Newquay

Mark and I drove out to Newquay, a coastal town in Cornwall, last night for a couple days quick vacation. The plan was to do surfing lessons but I have a pulled hamstring from the tournament and a bit of a cold, so we are going to do some exploring of the coastline.
It's gorgeous out here and not what you think of when you think of coming to England. The weather is either beautiful and sunny or pouring buckets - the wind moves so fast it seems to change every few minutes. The beaches are pretty, enclosed by rocky cliffs, and huge. Mark took a surfing lesson and promised it wasn't really cold, but I don't believe him.

Evidently rowdy Australians like to stay at our surfer hotel. We had to put down a security deposit and then had to run through a damage checklist for our room like we were renting a U-Haul. "TV, check. Remote, check" etc. "Walls, check" cracked us up. Front desk wasn't amused when we said we were down one...

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