Storm in a Stiletto: Gwithian ’10

Welllllll mostly just sea and sand, but that’s not to say certain members of the group didn’t catch a ray or two, that’s right BURN BOY!! Ok the weather may not have been at its best, but collapsing tents with shocking waves to ride aside, that’s not to say we didn’t make the most of it, we had the chedder game and ‘PROVE IT’ after all :)

So another ten days on our favourite beach and we certainly raved it up, thankfully this year however there was no need to call 999! As always we had the T-shirts and the Goon addicts itching for another game of FENNIS, but along came a new addition to our holiday.. the SHAGWAG, aka the campervan! That’s right, the lovely yellow camper that allowed us to arrive in style and comfort, all very pleasing indeed!

As much as I would love to blame this camper for our delay upon arrival, I can’t. Seven long hours, and after constructing the catch phrase of “AA” that would happily see us through the week, that award can only go to the Peugeot that failed to function further after 45 minutes on the road - nice one Porge :)

Its fair to say this year was a true battle between the sexes, with both guys and girls refusing to admit defeat in most tasks, tent-erecting being one of them. However in failing to remember tent pegs, us girls did have to turn to the competition after the realisation that pegs are in fact fairly vital towards camping attire, and so “Mr Incredible” was born, HUH!?

Note to self, it is apparently not funny to hide someone’s wallet, leave to shower, and find that in the 30 minutes you’ve been gone they are turning grey and on the verge of cancelling cards. In my defense, the rules agreed upon were..

No DAMAGE to personal possessions such as phones, wallets and ipods
No water damage to ANY personal possessions such as clothing, bedding etc

Simply moving such items to various parts of the tent did not break any of the above, and after an entire holidays underwear collection had been paraded around the male tent, I say ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR!!

Although the weather failed to hold out most of the time, the one night it needed to shine, it did. Our third night in saw us beer in one hand, hog roast in the other, listening to live music until the early hours. Add the sea breeze and raving individuals, its idyllic. Scars from stacking it on the walk home and unexplained parker found in the tent, are just minor glitches on the perfect night. ALMOST perfect night. MY perfect night was witnessing that shooting star that has just kept getting away from me those twenty years previous. I may have only ever seen one, but having a song written about such miss fortune just about makes up for it!

And so we reached our last night, in which most took the sensible option of getting an early night, most, not being me. Yes, that’s right, someone decided to go for a late night walk, clear her head and say goodbye to Gwithian for yet another year.. unfortunately things didn’t quite go to plan. I mean, you don’t expect gangs of hoodies in such a chocolate box setting after dark, more like the sound of the sea and little else? WRONG. Nor a middle aged transvestite from Birmingham swerving to run you down?! To be fair the only hood that was up was mine, but I didn’t think I’d come across the latter either. The only amusing part is that days earlier I had been informed by fellow members of the group not to talk to strangers.. 5 years old? Apparently I am, yes!