If at first, you don't succeed - try, try, try again!
I was invited to be a witness at my niece's wedding in Truro, so rather than battle with Bank Holiday traffic on the morning of the wedding, I decided to get the tent out and organise a week's camping a bit closer to the wedding venue.
So I was just up the road from Veryan - these are two of the famous Roundhouses which were built at the entrances to the village in the early 19th century to prevent the devil from entering the village; they were built that shape so that the devil couldn't hide in corners and the cross on top was an extra precaution. These days, some of the Roundhouses are available as holiday lets.
The Hidden Hut was doing good business that day - and the aromas from the cooking area were most enticing!
After lunch, I drove round to Portscatho and was lucky to nab a parking space in the village square when someone obligingly left, so I indulged my passion for wandering round the art galleries - and bought a pretty little jug to add to my collection, as a souvenir of my holiday.
After a week away, my garden had undergone a transformation - everything was blooming - but that's another post. I was lucky that the unexpected hot spell didn't kill all my little potted plants which I had taken out of the greenhouse and put on the large patio table; thank goodness my son came round in my absence and watered them all.