A Cornish Coastal Walk

This weekend, my family and I were invited along to try out the rather fabulous Sands Resort Hotel & Spa in Newquay, North Cornwall. (A full review will follow later this week)

We really could not have asked for a better weekend too.

It might be the tail end of September now, but the weather was well and truly on our side for the entire weekend. It was warm, bright and sunny and really did feel as though we were on a two week holiday somewhere much further away.

In between the activities that we engaged in at the hotel, we were keen to make the most of the hotels fabulous cliff clifftop location and go out and get a good dose of fresh sea air.

After all, beautifully sunny days like these may soon be sparse as we head through Autumn into Winter.

We made sure to take blankets and bulky jumpers, as being on the coast it could easily have been blustery and chilly in the air, but we soon stripped back down to just our t-shirts, with the warm sun blazing down on  our backs.

Initially we had planned to pop down to the beach just to the base of the cliff directly outside of the Sands Hotel, but on discovering the many steep steps that twisted down and around the cliff side to reach the bottom, we thought better of it!  I’m pretty sure even the all terrain buggy we’d hired from the hotel would have struggled! And if that didn’t – then we certainly would have! Maybe down would have been ok at a push, but back up again! No way!

And it was rather obvious that we had made the right decision, when a local walking his dog said we’d be daft to attempt it!

So instead we set off along the cliff to find another beach.

Unfortunately Mikey had big ideas, and so rather than nip off to the beach which the lovely local man had just suggested to us, we headed off in the opposite direction!

As one does of course!!

It was such a a lovely walk. And although we decided eventually to turn around and find the other beach after all, as this one really did look too far away, it gave us the perfect opportunity for a good stroll taking in the fresh sea air and stunning panoramic views of the Cornish coastline.

So, once we’d turned back on ourselves, we eventually found the beach.

But, us being us, of course we picked the most difficult of ways to actually get down to the shoreline.  Somehow we managed to go the wrong side of some builders netting, so had to lift ourselves and the buggy over the top to reach the correct path again! All added to the fun, but I’m not so sure we’d make for very good ramblers!

Holly was relieved at the sight of the beach to say the least!  I’m not sure her little legs could have carried her much further.

No sooner then, had she clocked the sea and the sand, there was a new lease of life in her steps and she bounded down to the beach.

Luckily, this is when Ella woke up too. Which was lovely – as she’d been so excited to go and play in the sand. And after our last holiday in Devon where she couldn’t venture into the sea as her leg was in plaster, this was a much deserved and long awaited activity for her.

And for us as her parents to watch as our two little girls played happily together in the late afternoon September sun.