The next morning we actually got to sleep in a lot. We had breakfast at the youth hostle and packed up.
We went to the Porthcumo beach in Dorset the next morning. I got to touch the ocean on the other side of the world. I can’t believe that America is all the way on the other side of the ocean. This bay was where the first telegraph lines were laid to cross the ocean to America. It took three tries before they were successful. There was a huge hill to run down to get to the beach. It was a ton of fun to just run down a beach. Afterward, we took a hike around the beach and saw a lot of beautiful views. There were also blackberries a long the path. Prof. Whimmer said we could eat them and they were delicious. I did a back bend at this beach it was pretty tricky but I did it. And the weather was amazing during our trip the sun was out the entire time! We totally lucked out. Some girls even got a little pink on their cheeks because it was so bright outside. Prof. Whimmer gave us berries and sea shells when we got back on the bus.
Then we head off to St. Michael’s Mount. This castle/home/church is an island when the tide comes in. However when the tide goes out you can walk up to the house. The mount is named after the Archangel St. Michael who according to Cornish legend appeared to some fisherman on the mount. It was first a church that many pilgrims attended. It was privately bought in 1659 and has been used as a house ever since. There are also a lot legends about giants on the mount. One of the giants was supposedly killed by the boy Jack dug a hug pit and blew his horn the wake the giant and he fell in the pit. I pretended to dig a hole where jack dug his hole. Part of the Tristan and Isolde story supposedly took place here so some of the rocks in the pavement are in the shape of hearts. The gardens are beautiful. The water was a lovely shade of blue. My favorite room was the blue dinning room. Just like my mother I guess. It was so adorable but I couldn’t take a picture of it and they didn’t have any postcards of the room. There is also a private cemetery on the grounds. On the way back down the mount I tripped. One of girls told me she didn’t want to have to carry me down so no more tripping. And then another girl said it would cool if you died here because we could just bury you in the cemetery and then your family could come to England to see your grave. We all found this really funny. Mom don’t worry I didn’t die. Prof. Whimmer had more rocks to tell us about.
We then headed off to Exeter to get dinner and spend the night. Exeter was a really cute town we had to walk on the quay (pronounced key) around the wharf. It was fun to learn new British words. So later on that night we saw a tea shop...the sign said the quay tea shop but if you don’t know how to say quay right it doesn’t rhyme. I was really excited that I got it. I split a pizza with two other girls.
We stayed in a really nice youth hostle that night. For some reason one of the beds in my room was a lot bigger than all the other ones. I was the last person in the room but the big bed was the only bed in the room left. After a while one of the girls in my room finally noticed that I was the shortest person in the room. I took a lot of flack for the rest of the night for having the largest bed. It was fun to bond with the girls in my room. They also had plugs so I got to do my hair and their breakfast was really good. We had hot crescents.
We went to the Porthcumo beach in Dorset the next morning. I got to touch the ocean on the other side of the world. I can’t believe that America is all the way on the other side of the ocean. This bay was where the first telegraph lines were laid to cross the ocean to America. It took three tries before they were successful. There was a huge hill to run down to get to the beach. It was a ton of fun to just run down a beach. Afterward, we took a hike around the beach and saw a lot of beautiful views. There were also blackberries a long the path. Prof. Whimmer said we could eat them and they were delicious. I did a back bend at this beach it was pretty tricky but I did it. And the weather was amazing during our trip the sun was out the entire time! We totally lucked out. Some girls even got a little pink on their cheeks because it was so bright outside. Prof. Whimmer gave us berries and sea shells when we got back on the bus.
Then we head off to St. Michael’s Mount. This castle/home/church is an island when the tide comes in. However when the tide goes out you can walk up to the house. The mount is named after the Archangel St. Michael who according to Cornish legend appeared to some fisherman on the mount. It was first a church that many pilgrims attended. It was privately bought in 1659 and has been used as a house ever since. There are also a lot legends about giants on the mount. One of the giants was supposedly killed by the boy Jack dug a hug pit and blew his horn the wake the giant and he fell in the pit. I pretended to dig a hole where jack dug his hole. Part of the Tristan and Isolde story supposedly took place here so some of the rocks in the pavement are in the shape of hearts. The gardens are beautiful. The water was a lovely shade of blue. My favorite room was the blue dinning room. Just like my mother I guess. It was so adorable but I couldn’t take a picture of it and they didn’t have any postcards of the room. There is also a private cemetery on the grounds. On the way back down the mount I tripped. One of girls told me she didn’t want to have to carry me down so no more tripping. And then another girl said it would cool if you died here because we could just bury you in the cemetery and then your family could come to England to see your grave. We all found this really funny. Mom don’t worry I didn’t die. Prof. Whimmer had more rocks to tell us about.
We then headed off to Exeter to get dinner and spend the night. Exeter was a really cute town we had to walk on the quay (pronounced key) around the wharf. It was fun to learn new British words. So later on that night we saw a tea shop...the sign said the quay tea shop but if you don’t know how to say quay right it doesn’t rhyme. I was really excited that I got it. I split a pizza with two other girls.
We stayed in a really nice youth hostle that night. For some reason one of the beds in my room was a lot bigger than all the other ones. I was the last person in the room but the big bed was the only bed in the room left. After a while one of the girls in my room finally noticed that I was the shortest person in the room. I took a lot of flack for the rest of the night for having the largest bed. It was fun to bond with the girls in my room. They also had plugs so I got to do my hair and their breakfast was really good. We had hot crescents.
2 comments:
Glad there were plugs. I love all of your random comments to Mom. Love this blog.
Minack Theatre is located around Porthcumo beach. I was there with your Uncle Eric and this outdoor theatre was marvelous. Did you see this theatre while there? It is really unique because the stone seats are carved into the cliff and you look out to the ocean as you view the stage.
Your blog brings back so many wonderful memories of my time in England. I especially love Cornwall/far southwester part of England. Your Uncle lived in Truro in this area. A beautiful warmer climate:)
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