Maud and Ivey's
Maud and Mother Ivey’s Bay, Cornwall
We left our digs in Torquay, me still gurgling and crossing my knees tightly to pick up Maud. Now as you all know if Maud had been a Mercedes Sprinter she would indeed have been called Mabel, but this girl is a Swift Escape on a Fiat chassis. All sorted and soon on the road, we headed for Mother Ivey’s Campsite with plans to not move an inch for a solid week. This will take in Bear’s birthday and hopefully Mikey’s inaugural flight. We settled on site at half five and spent the next couple of hours getting our nest set. That done it was a swift loss on the backgammon board for me and the promise to start writing a blog a day as nagging emails have began (led by Steve, Mags and dear little Trooper – love and miss you xx xx xx). Linda came in second (one of Bear’s distant relatives ‘met’ via Ancestry xx xx), so with the USA and Canada leading the pressure the UK and Australia followed. I only have ninety four to write.........orangutan tour, monolithic village, three coloured lakes, and the two months that have already shot by in the UK - oh the list..........back in the saddle, on I must trot. Sooooo pleased that little lot is a pink job or you would still be waiting for the first ever blog.
The view we have from our nest.
ALL IN ALL SO WONDERFUL TO HAVE ‘US’ TIME IN OUR BELOVED CORNWALL
LOVELY TO ESCAPE INTO TRANQUILLITY