The weather was beautiful today. Was a little chilly, but the sun was shining.
P and J went on the feed run this morning whilst the girls and myself stayed back at the cottage. A hadn’t slept that well so was tired. She’s teething too so was slightly grumpy and didn’t think it would be fair on her (or the other guests) to drag her out on the feed run whilst she was miserable.
Once P & J returned we discussed what to do today. There are still a few things we want to do before we go home, and J is eager to go to the beach. We gave the children the option of going to the Eden Project or we could go and visit King Arthur’s Castle. Being avid Merlin fans, they opted for King Arthur’s Castle.
When we arrived, we were a little disheartened to find that as of 1st November it actually shuts during the week and is only open on weekends. However, we were able to walk down the footpaths around the castle.
We took A in her pushchair not realising how steep the hills were. I did have my wrap with me but I would rather push a pushchair up a hill than carry a 17lbbaby on my front up a hill!!
The children were slightly disappointed that the “castle” was actually ruins and not an actual real castle. I think they were expecting to see the castle shown on the TV programme.
We took a wander back up to the village and had some lunch in a local pub.After lunch we went and had some ice cream before heading back.
On the way back we decided to head towards the little hamlet where my grandparents used to live. We managed to find it fairly easily. It has been 11years since I was last there and the hamlet has changed. My grandparents house has changed, and opposite, where it was once just hedgerow and land, is now a house! It was quite surreal going there and not pulling into the driveway, not seeing my Nan come to the door to greet us, to not see the kitchen window open and my Grandad standing there whistling at the birds and throwing biscuits and bacon fat out to them. I feel sad that P or the children never got to meet 2 of the most important people in my life. They were truly lovely people and terribly missed every day.
It was still early(ish) so we decided to go for a drive and see if we could find a pub called The Jamaica Inn. It is one of the oldest and most haunted pubs in the country. It was featured on Most Haunted back in 2004 where the team did a ghost hunt. It is faulty easy to get to and we were surprised to find it so close to the A30 and in a little village. We were expecting it to bein the middle of nowhere. We parked up and J and I got out and went to the giftshop and to take a few snaps before heading back to the car.
We decided to take the scenic route over the Moors to get back to CoombeMill.I love driving along the moors. It is something we used to do as children when visiting my grandparents.
This trip is being very nostalgic.