My turn! I wore my Rainbow Bows again today, cos Mum says I am a dippy hippy rainbow child. Can you get rainbow Ninja? I like that idea.
So today Mum draggled us all the way to somewhere called Looe. She spend lots of holidays in Looe when she woz a pup, cos her Grandpa's family come from Looe.
This is where we parked. It is called the Millpool carpark, and Mum knew the tricksy shortcuts to get to the interesting sniffy bits.
This is the sea. Paws aren't allowed on the beach. so we sat on a wall, talking to strangers (strangers always like me!) while Dad went into the museoum place. He said it woz good and all smugglery. And there woz a prison cell and everything.
A family came up and said hello to me and Cato, and Cato did his thing and they wanted to take him home! haha! but Mum larffed and said 'no thank you! he is our pack.' They were nice people, and they said that their Shih Tzu would look nice in my bows too.
From where we were sitting we could see these houses. They are where Mum's mum (our Grandma) used to stay when she woz a pup. She lived on the end one next to the chapel.
Then we walked out on the Banjo Pier. Cato was a bit weird. He woz OK til he realised we were all high up and it was scary, and then he sort of froze and Dad had to carry him. I loved it. Cos it woz all sniffy and interesting, and we met the nice people again.
This is wot it looked like from the end of the pier. Mum lifted me up so I could see. Mum says this is a panorama series woteva that is.
That is Rame Head in the last pic
Then we walked back through the old bits. The little bendy streets. Mum wanted this pic cos she says that her great-great-great Grandma was born in the room over that arch.
And then we stopped for lunch here.
Cato is very floppy, isn't he? Mum said he needed a day off from holidaying, so that he could rest and sleep and be boring. But I LOVE holidays. I wouldn't mind if we left Cato behind one day, but I don't want to miss anything. Holidays are FUN!!!
This is Martin's Dairy.
Mum says they do nice pasties and saffron cake and stuff. Dad got some, but me and Cato and Mum didn't. On account of Cato's tummy and Mum's food thingies too. I can eat everything, but Dad says no, it has to be fair. Not fair!
Then we went by car to Polperro what is even smaller than Looe, and had even more smugglers. I know that cos it had a museoum all about it. We parked up the hill, and walked down to the harbour. Cato needed a rest too. And I might have been a bit sleepy too. This is us sitting on the harbour wall while Dad gave us a drink. Doesn't Cato look floppy?
Mum says there woz no water cos the tide woz out. It all fills up again with the salty stuff.
Then we beachified. There is a cave! We saw a dead crab, and a big fish skin, and we went into the cave,
Cornish beaches smell different from our home beaches. Mum says that Cornish beaches smell proper, and Lincolnshire beaches smell weird. But she is wrong. Lincolnshire beaches smell proper, don't they Aunties?
Mum thinks you want to see this rock too. No idea why.
This is us standing inside the cave.
Mum couldn't take other cave pics, cos there was a big family in there pretending to be pirates, and it was all shouty and echoey and we didn't go in properly.
This is more town stuff.
And then we stopped outside a pub and me and Cato had a sleep while Mum and Dad had special Once-In-A-Holiday Treats. Dad says that cream teas should ALWAYS have clotted cream. Haha.
This is wot we could see from under our table.
Today woz OK, but it was all town and stuff, and not much fun for paws. Especially cos we couldn't do the beach, in Looe. Cato got a lift all the way back up the hill to the car, and he woz nearly asleep in Dad's arms. Mum said he needed a proper rest so she went up for a snooze on the bed with him when we got back. I stayed downstairs with Dad and bounced and fetched and wrestled. That is more fun than sleeping!