As it was quite late in the day, we aimed for somewhere in Dartmoor to rest our heads.
The Pajero is kitted out for wild camping so all we had to do was find a good spot. Now luckily on our last trip down we earmarked some places which would be suitable for a bit of wild camping.
We didn't take us too long to find a great spot, off the road and with a good view for the morning.
We had just brewed up and the bacon sarnies were on the go!
On arrival I had cooked steak with onions and mushrooms in a baguette - Tasted even better being out in the open.
Next day we headed out of Dartmoor and towards the Cornish coast, no plan in mind, just head for the sea.
We stopped off in Redruth for a resupply and a wander around, not a great deal to see, but these were in the pedestrian part of the town.
Bronze cast dogs, but if you look close they are made from old wellington boots!
From Redruth we headed to the coast at Portreath, then followed the road hugging the sea southwards. The sun was out and it was warm so we decided to see if we could find a small campsite so we could laze around, relax, have a few beers and a shower.
We called into one who wanted £18.00 for the night, a bit steep as that did not include hook up and the place only had a shower and loo so as we were not wanting to pay that we moved on.
Another place was still closed and had not opened yet! Obviously did not need or want the money.
We then saw an official tourist camping and caravan sign, to our right, followed it down a windy road, and I do mean windy and very narrow. After managing to turn around at the bottom we headed back up the lane. It had gone, completely vanished.
Now if I had been towing our twin axle down there by now I would have had the right hump, fortunately in was just the Pajero, but please if you close your site down, which we later discovered that this had happened. Take the bloody sign down!
The Trevaylor Caravan and Camping Park just a stones throw North of St Just. The
Run by a husband and wife team Charlie and Michelle, who made us very welcome indeed. The site has a great layout, and although has approx 70 pitches is segregated by high cornish walls, which are basically stone walls covered in grass to make big banks so makes the site feel much smaller.
There were not many on site, which we were surprised about considering the season had started, but that was better for us as we had the pick of where we wanted to go.
The shower and loo blocks were clean and spacious, complete with a laundry room. There was also an onsite shop and a bar with meals available! Hardstanding is available for those who don't like the feel of grass.
We asked the owner if the bar was open and he said that he would open it if we wanted to have a beer, so around 1900 we headed for a pint. Lager on draught, bottled cornish beer and some rough cider on tap.
Had a few pints and slept like a baby!
All in all a great site and well worth a visit, so if you are ever down that way, then book in here.
The details are: Trevaylor Caravan and Camping Park, Botallack, St Just, Penzance TR19 7PU
Tel: 01736 787016
Not only that but talking with the owner he told us of a great walk down by the coast to some old deserted tin mines. The views were amazing. We would never of known about this if we had not of stopped here as it is not signposted anywhere.
(Now this is where I would of inserted some pictures, but as I can't find the lead for the camera, and as waking "M" is a hanging offence I shall leave them for another time!)
Another little touch which we thought was spot on, was a young German lad was back packing the coast on his own. He needed to get the bus the next day, so the owner took him by car to where he could get his bus! Now I'm not saying he could do this at the height of season, but as it was quiet we both said how kind it was to go out of his way to do this. After all he was German!
We left from here after a very leisurely start to the day and headed further down and around the coast.
Now, our main reason for being down this part of the world is that we have good friends Sharon and Thomas who live in Helston. It was her 40th birthday on the Friday and drinks, food and laughter were planned for that evening.
Then on the Saturday we had tickets for the Masked Ball at Porthleven.
Firstly friday, much was drunk and eaten that day and as the day progressed to the evening and the evening into the next morning at around 0330 hrs we thought it might be a good idea to collapse!
Early afternoon Friday
The next day was slow to start but gradually picked up pace as we got our vehicles down to the site, back to the house for more grub, Thanks Toby for cooking the beef it tasted amazing.
For the masked ball we are lucky enough to know a very talented and wonderful lady called Shirley Davis a professional Milliner. She has a massive collection of masks in stock all hand made by herself, mine even had an old pair of my glasses built into my mask!
You can find her on facebook here at STUDIO 12 just click the link to see more, all her contact details are there. If it's fancy dress, costumes, or even wedding hats and veils you're after then you need to speak to Shirley!
"M" in her amazing outfit
My good self, looking like a cheap extra from a dodgy horror flick!
Many people made a real effort to dress up, and it was an amazing spectacle, which we both said we were glad to of seen. Not sure if we would do it again, due to it being more of a rave, than a festival which is a bit of an assault on the ears to say the least!
Myself and "M" both said we know now what it is like to become old! On the way into the main entrance point we both spotted a tent saying "Tea and Toast" see, said we were getting old!
Tucked that away in the memory bank, and at around midnight we both decided that this was exactly what was needed.
However, on finding out that the cost of said "Tea and Toast" was £4.00 each, with a quick, you can F**k right off! For that I want Assam tea, brought form China in a silver casket, served by a scantily clad beauty whilst being hand wafted by giant palms, my tea served in Royal Doulton with lace doily napkins, silver spoons and my toast well done with dripping butter cut into triangles and hand fed!
As we were in a canvas tent with hay bales to sit on we headed back to the Pajero to brew our own!
Once there we decided that our days of raving were over and retired to the sound of surf hitting the shore, well we would of if it wasn't for the heavy bass line making the ground tremble and the sounds of young and innocent teens throwing up.
Another sign of us being old is that in the morning we were sat out in our chairs looking out to sea with a brew in our hands. Two young girls walked by and said "aahhh bless - so sweet" all we needed was a rug over our knees to keep the chill out to complete the picture!
But I do have to say it was a laugh and an experience which young or old should be had!
Sunday, with no clear plan we headed back to Sharon and Tom's house, mooched around and caught up with everyone else and around lunch time we headed back North.
Our original plan was to head back to Dartmoor and wild camp for a final night, but as we drove on it became fairly obvious that what was needed was our own beds.
So after a full on couple of days we drove back home, happy, tired and with some great memories!