I feel like one of those characters out of a Jane Austin novel who spends her entire summer travelling from one
destination to the other, passing through at least 3 different beds to get there. Since we left our house in June I have literally lost count of how many beds I have slept in. Think it's up in the teens.
Finally our summer travels are over and we arrived in Chennai at 3am this morning from Dubai all bleary eyed and in dire need of a bed. As we trundled across the
car park to our cars (summer progresses always have heaps of luggage, don't they?) eldest baby Mad Dog whispered to me " Dubai this isn't". "Yep, welcome to the third world" I replied. "What's that smell?" came the next question. Guess the smell was something we proceeded to play for the rest of the day while fending off baby Mad dogs #2 yelps of "Did you see that?"
continuously from the car. With Mummy Mad Dog replying with "Yes, yes, yes, all quite normal, you'll get used to it" trying to sound calm. By 4pm if someone had handed me a ticket back to London I may have quite easily have popped myself and the Baby Mad Dogs back to what is normality to us. Now I know why 'The Company' only gives you a single ticket out.
I know I have been off-air for some time but you see technically I went into the dark ages. When I left London and arrived in Cornwall for the girls 2 week surfing/seafood fest,
Internet access became a hunt for the holy grail! No broadband at the cottage I hired, no
wifi for miles around, only access was at the Library in the nearest town 5 miles away which was on the slowest speed I have ever seen, 5
mins to load a page, yawn. This was coupled with no mobile signal either, unless you stood on a hill (Cornwall is a tad hilly). When I asked the owner could I get a signal anywhere in the house or garden I was told that if you stood by the kitchen sink you got one there. Technically he was correct. What he failed to say was that you had to stand with your head next to the kitchen tap. So with trying to finish up business with the house and talk to Mr Mad Dog every now and then one ended up with a stoop from always being at 45 degrees simply trying to communicate with the outside world!
We also don't have any photos of Cornwall (yet) as Baby Mad Dog brought her camera and of course....... the cable link to download the shots are, you guessed it, in the
sea shipment! So I took some pics on my mobile phone only to lose it out of my back pocket while pulling my trousers up at the M5 motorway services down the loo! Yuk! The phone is a
gonner. Plus the cable link to my Dad's camera which had lots of good pics is somewhere in the depths of his study and has no idea when it will get located. IF I manage to get a new phone in next couple of days I may just get a couple of pics loaded up.
Tomorrow another day of smells, trails and automobiles and another
bloggy fix with some more stuff of what the Mad Dogs did over the last 6 weeks.
North Cornish coast where we spent two weeks on a surf, seafood fest spending time with family and friends. The light here is amazing - the area is famous for artists.
My good friends from school days who came to stay, play and surf.
Girls ready for some surfing action, with the armbands adding to the look.............
In rock pools, some of which were deep enough to swim in.
My lovely Cornish Cottage that we retreated to rather exhausted after packing up the house.
I've heard of sisterly squabbles, but this was ridiculous!
The Baby Mad Dogs in Cornwall June/08
