Lost Gardens of Heligan: Where is your coffee shop?

I need coffee...

My mum is mising Paul McCartney...

...and my brother is trying to rival my blog with a new one called 'Dave charcoals'...

Can we at least solve one of these issues with one of you guys making me a coffee?

Trees? What about you?

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Thanks for sending whatever you sent down from your leaves for me. It felt like it had teeth...

Something has bitten me...

Probably not a spider, as my mum has kindly illustrated above...

Or something from it's web.

Mum, why must you mock me when I have a fly in my pants and there's no caffeine to be had?

This will be my seat until coffee appears.

Strange...

The fly has gone but I see no cardboard cups trotting along.

Yet.

Maybe if I write annoying things on the wooden stuff here, my mum and brother will give up and find me a drink to shut me up?

'Mr Mendeleveev is the best', eh mum?

We'll see about that!

What's that, David?

You've GUFFED on the bench?

How rude...

Being hilarious and evil at the same time is so tiring...

Let me rest my flat foot for a minute.

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Cornwall: Flat feet and other stories*... (*No other stories)

My family love walking. My flat feet do not. If feet could talk, by day 3 of our trip, I don't think anyone would have been our friend... (Our is me plus my grumpy feet)...

(Those feet up there aren't mine. Thankfully, I managed to persuade everyone to perch on a wall for a bit in Fowyer before my feet went into meltdown...)

Then we went to the beach and I managed to convince everyone to sit there for ages, too. I couldn't chalk (see above) but it was all good because the weather was LUSH and my flat feet were free to flap* around in the sunshine...

Amen to the beach.

For restoring our souls/soles.

*feet flapping took place on the rocks to the left of this photo 

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Falmouth, Cornwall: Chalk Prevention

We travelled to Falmouth yesterday. It took an hour to get there but it was totally worth it.

Friends... Small people...

CHALK!

Or not... *note hand waiting to rub out my fun*

Hiss

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Tell your friends that you love them...

This blog post goes out to Charlie Mallard, the lady who inspired me to start this blog.

I hope you appreciate my puns...

I'm stickin' with you...

(It's not a stick, but my chalks are too chunky to write on twigs)

Hope it's not too log (sorry) before you feel better again x

 ...and that you begin to see things...

...in a better light...

xxx

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Sefton Park, Liverpool: Best Seat in the House!

So, summer has finally arrived!

And the park near my home is looking completely amazing...

x 100,000 (plus a million)

Best seat in the house!

I could sit in this park all day.

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