Fashion, Food and Cornwall...

I always forget that after a pasty in St Ives, a crab sandwich in Lamorna, a cream tea in Newlyn and an ice cream at Marazion there is not much to eat in Cornwall (unless you are self catering and then the fish possibilities are endless). We ate out the first night in a pub called The Kings Arms, near Mousehole (avoiding The Ship Inn as last time we were there the chef shuffled past us in massive Crocs (those horrid shoes), one hand wiping her nose and the other scratching herself, I am not joking). Sadly the other pub was almost as bad - silence descended as we entered, like the scene from Werewolf in London. Then the food was dry, tasteless and not fresh really, kids like it as the chips and deep fried mushrooms were ok. Perhaps I will retire down there and set up the best pub to ever exist? hahaha. I had a look in a few vintage shops while we were there too - not a thing for me this time but it was good to see my (wicked) step daughter looking so well, happy & so stylish - Faye is tall so does not wear high heels very often, she says she is already towering over most of the Cornish as it is..... I gave her a 1970s Louis Vuitton 'Alma' for a present - she loves it so much! According to little Rob she was taking pictures of it with her iphone late into the night while he was trying to get to sleep. Robert surfed like mad everyday - I was too cold to even think about changing into my wetsuit so I just shouted instructions to him from the shore (I'm very hoarse now - I must get either a very loud whistle or a loud speaker) : "YOU'RE TOO FAR OUT!! COME BACK!" or 'WELL DONE LOVE" etc etc. Here he is finally coming back in to shore....aah, parenthood. Love Samaya xxx