There is a place reserved in the special hell for people who cut down trees and leave six inch stumps hidden in five foot bracken.

I’m on holiday at the moment. My sister moved to Cornwall earlier this year, and if there’s anywhere I associate with summer holidays it’s Cornwall. There’s a reason Tease is set there. Anyone following my twitter has been treated to a great deal of squee about the sea. If I’m ever not excited about seeing the sea, worry for me.

Anyway, my sister says come on down for your birthday. She says she volunteers at the local aquarium. She says would I like to come volunteering with her.

Guess where I spent the day?

Stomping bracken on the coast near St Ives.

Yeah, it wasn’t what I had in mind either. Okay, so she did give me some warning, but she hadn’t been before either.

There’s also a place in the special hell for people who give vague directions, which result in the five of us stomping bracken at a 50 degree angle on the side of a cliff all morning, and only finding the bracken we were meant to stomp after lunch. But fortunately, what with us being awesome, we did both the 50 degree slope and the relatively flat (but full of tree stumps) area.

Tomorrow we’re going to the aquarium. Apparently.