Have you ever thought back to a childhood holiday and wanted to recreate it?

All my young childhood holidays were spent in North Cornwall and I’ve wanted to go back for years.  a couple of weeks ago week we did.

My Dad has created the most amazing set of scrap books over the years of photos of everyday life to all our holidays, so I took photos of some of his photos so I could go back to the exact spots.

In my head I was time travelling 20 or so years doing this.  And then Mr R (who does the numbers in our house pointed out that for most of the pictures there would be a 43 year gap.  FORTY BLIMIN’ THREE.

F*ck a duck.

Anyway, once I got over this trauma, we got to work.  I thought I’d pop the best ones below:

Trebarwith Strand:

(The house I am standing outside has Teh same name, the beach shop is identical, the public toilets are exactly the same…but the tiny ice cream shop that sold the most amazing tutti frutti ice cream is sadly no longer)

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Tintagel Head and church:

The bench has long gone but there were some people sitting near by very entertained by us holding the old photo trying to work out which side of the church we needed to be.  Obviously I decided to explain in detail what we were doing while waving the printouts around to demonstrate my point before realising that they were Austrian, either didn’t speak that much English , or not at the speed I speak and looked thoroughly bemused…

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Rough Tor – the highest point in Cornwall.

It took us a while to work out why we couldn’t get the right angle…it turns out trees grow a fair bit in 35 years or so…  It looks like we had much better weather and a more defined path to climb in it 2024.  Although I still got stuck in a boggy bit 🤦🏼‍♀️

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Back to Trebarwith Strand:

Me with my first dog, Lucy, and me with my Percy.

And Boscastle:

(apparently that was a random dog that joined me and Mum)

The 43 year thing confused us again as..

This was the only bench…but it’s not quite right.

We decided in the end that the bench it where Mr R is perched but a combination of erosion and health and safety in the intervening years must have resulted in its removal.

And finally, finally my favourite!

The Elephant at Boscastle.  I have no clue how Elephant survived the Boscastle flood in 2004, but he did 😁

Sometimes you shouldn’t go back…sometimes you should.  I’m glad we did 🙂