We arrived about 7pm after trying to navigate the narrow country lanes that even the sat nav didn't know (hasn't been updated for a while)
Finally pitched up - the buntings first outing.
The OH happy with his cookie.
It's a good job we didn't want a lie in - we were woken up at 7am by the cock-a-doodle-doo of the rooster that was allowed to wander right up to the tents with the chics and turkeys.
The campsite is located on a 200 acre family run farm and its great to see the animals allowed to wander around right up to the tents.
After a quick sausage sandwich (sausages bought from the site shop, very very yummy) we set off from the farmyard heading south.
The OH and Helen were in charge of map reading...
...which might explain why we got lost at the first turning and ended up crossing a very boggy moor....
Lisa didn't quite make it unscathed....
After about 20 minutes we realised we were walking the wrong way. It appeared that we had gone right through treasured land: 'Because the terrain is so inaccessible this woodland has gained international importance as it has remained untouched for centuries' - ooooooooopppppssssss!!!!!
Back on track we headed towards on of the highlights of the walk, the De Lank quarry....
This quarry goes back to the 1840's and the silver grey granite was used to build the Eddystone Lighthouse, now on Plymouth Hoe - where I graduated.
By the quarry we took another wrong turn and ended up a little bit close to the action. So the OH consulted the map and we turned back and climbed the path uphill.
Now we had to find another highlight, the Standing Stone. According to the leaflet this should have been easy to find: 'This imposing stone is thought perhaps to be the remains of a prehistoric kerbed Cairn which would have been a highly visible landmark in the sacred Bronze Age landscape.'
I guess things have changed a bit since the Bronze Age as it took us a while to figure out the way, but eventually we got there - in need of a nap!
With all the sights (and many more) done it was time to walk back across all the fields to the campsite.
Only a little hurdle occurred when some cows blocked our way out of the gate.
Me and Lisa took the OH's advice of staying close to the fence while they moved out of the way. Helen however decided to make a quick phone call and have a little chit chat to a friend, much to the annoyance of the cows who refused to move for a while.
Once the coast was clear we walked through some more fields. Spot the difference...
We were coming to the end of the walk, three hours later. If only Helen could figure out which way we had to take back to the campsite....
We got back to Mr Tenty Tent all set up and ready for us to make an a la carte lunch of chicken and mushroom pot noodle.
We'd put the bed the other way this time to try to avoid falling down the hill in our sleep.
After our gourmet lunch, we headed off to Bodmin Jail.
Just in time for the first execution of the day.
This was a re-enactment of the last man, William Hampton, to be executed at the jail in 1909.
Hampton had strangled his 16 year old girlfriend and killed her, confessing two hours later.
Another person to be hanged at Bodmin was Selina Wadge. Here she is....
This guy killed himself before they could execute him.
And this dude killed his child by drowning her as he couldn't afford to feed her.
Apparently this man killed his girlfriend by cutting her from ear to ear, and obviously another very graphic mannequin was needed to demonstrate it.
This charming guy smashed his wife's face with a chair before pushing her head first into the fire.
The text panel didn't say what these three were in for...
After the jail we headed into Bodmin to check out all the little shops and have a poke around. We put 3 hours on the car as it was the cheapest ar park we had ever seen.
Turns out that's because there is sod all to do there. After sneaking into the holding cells in the of the court we had pretty much exhausted the place...
On the way back to the carpark, after about 15minutes of looking around we came across the most random memorial, now park benches for humans I get, but this.........
As Bodmin was so rubbish we headed to......Homebase!! Where they didnt have a camping aisle, not even some outside lights or anything :-(
So we went to a furniture shop just for me...
...where the Welsh dressers (a shabby chic project I'm hoping to do soon) were much more finished than the ones at the jail.
After picking up some supplies for dinner we headed back to the campsite.
Where we were peacefully reading our magazines and cooking dinner.....
Legend has it that this wild panther like cat lives in Cornwall and is only rarely sighted.
We must have been really lucky as he stayed to pose for some photographs....
Seems the beast took a particular liking to us and the Mr Men tent as he hung around all night and came back in the morning for breakfast.
It must be tiring slaughtering all those animals and roaming around the moors at night!
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