You’ll be glad to know that the rest of my holiday wasn’t quite as faily as the beginning, though it had it’s moments. The tap water turned yellow, at one point. I was seasick for the first time in years (which I suspect may have had more to do with the sangria than the sea). I got rained on a lot.
My ster and I agreed my birthday treat would be a surprise, even if it was fairly obvious I’d guessed it a month before. And I’d guessed right: The Minack Theatre! We went to see The Death of Sherlock Holmes (that bit was a surprise – I deliberately didn’t check what was on).
The whole thing was brilliant. It’s an incredible place, with the sea behind the stage, and the amphitheatre naturally amplifies the noise so they don”t need mikes (which has the added effect of making laughter from the ‘stalls’ sound like canned laughter). We were at the front of a ‘wing’, where we were put because my sister and her boyfriend had brought an epic picnic hamper with us. So. Much. Food. And champagne! And homemade cake! With candles to blow out! It did start to rain just before the show started, but really, rain is what tells you you’re definitely outside. It did cause some problems for the cast towards the end, as doors stuck and paper-based props disintegrated, but they battled on.
The day after, my sister and I went to Falmouth, where our gran used to live. Falmouth is still my archetypal seaside town, and those childhood holidays are why Tease is set in Cornwall. In the evening we went to Carn Brea Castle, a medieval hunting lodge converted into one of the quirkiest restaurants I’ve ever been to. Despite the fact my sister and her boyfriend have only been a couple of times the owner greeted them like serious regulars. We had the steak, based on previous experience. Definitely the right choice! Beautifully cooked. After dinner we went to a local pub to watch the Boogaloo Dudes and danced our little socks off.
For my last morning we went to a charity rally, which was fun if a little odd. There was a wild west re-enactment (that wasn’t very… good), steam engines in action, and a lot of stall holders mainly engaged in selling secondhand books to each other. Still, there was a bouncy castle, which is something I haven’t kicked about on since I was a kid. No wonder kids are skinny! It’s so much hard work to get around on a bouncy castle.
I’m staying with my parents in Surrey for the next few days. Well, sort of. I’m mostly running back and forth to London. They’ve currenly acquired a dog (my step-dad’s mum’s), which I was distinctly unimpressed with when I arrived, on account of being a bit phobic of dogs (was bitten as a baby). But it’s slowly winning me over. I’ve never liked a dog before. I’m not really sure what to do about it.