mother ivey's bay

Back from camping in gales and torrential rain. I had about 3 hours sleep each night with the tent flapping keeping me awake. We had a couple of sunnyish days on the beach so I suppose that makes it all worthwhile. It took up a day to pack up the car, half a day to pitch, half a day to pack away and probably more than a day to work through the laundry mountain when we got home, so not particulary effective use of our holiday time. No wonder I have lost my voice from exhaustion. I think Sam and Amelia enjoyed themselves in the main, but think they were a bit fed up with all the stress the weather and sheer hard work caused us.

It was lovely to see our friends Liz, Mike and the boys there who told us about Mother Ivey's years ago. Liz has been holidaying there since her childhood. They were in a caravan and kindly froze the freezer blocks for us each day. Also caught up with Ann who has just recently moved to Perren Porth. What a lovely creative home she has there. My kids asked question after question about all her wonderful arty things: masks, paintings, puppets and so on. Good luck to her with her wonderful paintings - particularly enjoyed the surfing hares!