The journey to Cornwall was a long one.
530 miles long to be exact.
But with an overnight stay in Bristol, we finally made it to a place I’ve waited 2 years to see for myself.
Ever since the lovely Fiona from Coombe Mill did a guest post on potty training – back in the early days of this blog – I’ve been chatting to her on Twitter, and fascinated by the family-run farm where she, Farmer Nick and their 6 children live the good life and welcome holidaymakers.
So when Mr G traced his family tree to Cornwall, and wanted to visit some of the areas his ancestors lived, I knew exactly where we should be based.
We arrived at Coombe Mill yesterday and became happily installed in Honeysuckle, a gorgeous stone cottage, overlooking one of the many play areas on site.
Within an hour Brodie had met a couple of boys holidaying in a neighbouring property. Then he met Jed and Guy, two of Fiona’s sons, and two-thirds of her 9-year-old triplets (we met third triplet Clio this morning) and decided this was a cool place, with lots of cool friends to be made.
The boys ran around in the sunshine while we unpacked, then flaked out in their beds – and miracle of miracles, Blake overslept this morning (why can’t he do that at home?) and missed the 9am tractor ride/animal feed.
Mr G took Brodie along, but hung back as our 7-year-old didn’t want Dad cramping his style while he hung out with the other boys.
It’s only been 24 hours, but we can already see our only problem here is going to be tearing the boys away from the farm so we can explore more of Cornwall.
We couldn’t very well come to stay at Coombe Mill and not join in with Fiona’s Country Kids linky, could we?