TTOT – It’s all about the rock in Devon

I think it’s time for a happy post. Despite getting in the way of myself, we have had a lovely break down in Devon, perfectly timed for the summer heatwave, which as we all know in the UK is a rare and brief thing. Somehow, this time, I got it right!

Despite one or two hairy moments on the trip down – apparently one should not move at speed between lanes when towing a wobble wagon, as the wagon then does a dance all of its own, weaving all over the road and shaking the car quite considerably, causing Mr G to curl up into a panicked ball of angry screeches in the passenger side footwell, and totally unable to listen to reasonable explanations about the issues caused by weight imbalance in his poor packing – we got here safely.

When we pop away for a weekend I try to search for campsites with big open spaces for bike riding and a nearby pub. For a full 10 day stay, the priority is onsite pool for the kids, bar, bike riding and things to do close by. This tends to limit us to big holiday parks by well-know brands, with horrendous evening entertainment and overpriced but limited food.

So, I was a little underwhelmed on arrival at Cofton Country Holiday Park to see the sheer volume of caravans and tents stacked as far as the eye could see, with a mass pile up of arrivals and, nearby, a swimming pool heaving with bodies and not a drop of water to be found. Of course – it was mid day Saturday and blisteringly hot.

Still, check in was speedy, and then staff member hopped into a buggy and led us to a field, giving us the choice of about 8 pitches. This is actually a really good idea – we didn’t have the usual confused search for our specified pitch, and as they operate on a first come, first served basis, we felt we chose the best pitch we could.

The fields are tiered, so although we have campers either side of us, we still have a feeling of privacy. I’m quite liking the design here. So – we set up our home – well, part of it, and then buggered off to the pool for a cool down.

camping holiday with beagles

Home from home.

Since then our days have been mixed between late lie ins (like today, it’s 930 and the kids and Mr G are still snoozing) and a few outings to explore.

We’ve been down to Dawlish Warren and Dawlish to try out the beach – although we are not fans of sea and sand. Still, Sackgirl put up her sandcastle, purely for the pleasure of knocking it down.

Feeling we had done our duty in giving the kids their traditional British seaside holiday memory – sand in the shoes, sand in the swimming costume, sand in the sandwiches – we cycled home to clean off in the pool – which is much emptier throughout the week as the campsite empties and people set out on their own adventures.

Dawlish Warren beach

Sand, sea, sandcastles

We’ve had a day at River Dart Country Park – it was my alternate choice for a campsite, and might be on the list for next year. There’s plenty of play parks for the kids, and a lovely beach and river combo with pirate ship, rope swings and lots for the kids to keep them active.

I don’t think it’s as well run or set up for campers as where we are though.

kids on holiday zorbing and swimming

Active days out

Even the beasties have enjoyed their week away – I guess it’s more fun than the kennels. We don’t normally take them when we go for more than a weekend, but actually they’ve been really good.

After the initial day to settle in and stop warning us every time another dog, person, cyclist or bug came nearby, they have alternated between snoozing by the pitch, snoozing by the pool, snoozing at the pub and snoozing on the beach.

The puppy has picked up running by the bike really quickly, so we were able to cycle to the beach and do some exploring – although it does seem to shake the crap out of her. I have to stop and poo pick within the first 300 yards – every time.

They did seem to enjoy the rook pools particularly.

Beagles on Dawlish Warren

Beagling about in the rock pools

And of course – everyone stops us to talk beagles.

My favourite place so far, purely for it’s prettiness, has to be Torquay Harbour. Everyone else clearly already knows this, since it is called the English Riviera, but Torbay is a truly lovely place.

Torquay Harbour

Torquay Harbour

Plus, I got some lovely pics of the kids.

Kids looking at Torquay

Lovely pics of the kids – well, their butts anyway.

So many things to be thankful for – but let’s go with family time, heatwaves, holidays, delicious ice cream, beautiful scenery, happy beagles, cycling, swimming, cream teas, lie ins, gin, BBQs, sunshine, morning coffee, time and rock.

That’s sweet pink seaside rock – in case you wondered.

Torquay

Gorgeous.

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