(Okay I promise this is the last one)
I stir gently awake to the aroma of another top breakfast and roll over to look at our tiny alarm clock. 8:35. Shit. Breakfast is at 9, so I wake mum up and we ruuuuuun. In and out of the bathroom in five minutes, I wait for mum to finish getting ready, stomach making some really attractive noises.
A casual 15 minutes late for breakfast, we stroll in to find another pair of holidayers on our table. Blasphemy. Sitting on the other table, we tuck in to our feast. I might have added a few bits more to today’s breakfast. I cannot be stopped.
Today’s plan in the Eden Project, since we couldn’t guarantee the weather yesterday. We still can’t, but today we’re taking that risk.
Back into the car with a bit of Take That on, we’re on the way. With the Sat Nav again. Down those winding roads. Again. It wasn’t as bad as Port Isaac yesterday, but it still wasn’t quite the best. This trip was an amazing way to see the rolling hills and wild ponies. Yes. Wild ponies. As well as old barn ruins that have been taken over by sheep. Cornwall is a great place.
Pulling into the car park, we jump onto a shuttle. Well okay, this totally feels like we’re going on holiday. Hopping off our lil shuttle bus, we walk down into the visitor centre and have a quick coffee before we set off. Infront of the most terrifying puppet show going. Like seriously. It’s meant to show the world without plants and trees but all I can really focus on is the anatomically correct life-size puppets. Horrifying.
We walked past the creepy performance to get absolutely battered by the wind and rain outside. Well, today’ll be nice then. Walking through the winding paths we eventually making it past the screaming children in their play area into the main Biome area, with the rainforest and mediterranean domes. Very exciting stuff. First stop we made was the rainforest biome. Totally ignoring the cloakroom, and wearing our pretty fluffy parkas in, we slowly boil in our own blood. So what we didn’t really think about, is the fact it’s 30 degrees in here with 75% percent humidity. And I’m wearing a chunky knit jumper. Kill me. We walk around, looking at the pretty flowers and the tall trees. After a little while of walking through the route, we find a cool room, which Mum is the first one into. The woman can’t handle heat in the slightest. After we make our exit of the cold haven, we was through the rest at a bit of a hurried pace, you know, before mum gives out…
As we make our way out of the rainforest biome with our extra frizzy hair thanks to the cloud maker, we FINALLY spot the cloakroom and head across to the Mediterranean, which looks like Greece. I know where I wanna go on holiday this year. We adventure round the cacti for a while, until we realise, that’s kinda…it. Other than the massive 600ft zip wire going past above us. I look at mum with excited eyes and she replies with “no”. That’s that dream crushed then.
We head back to the cafe and share a MASSIVE sandwich and watch that damn puppet show go round again a few times, before heading back to our airport/car park shuttle and begin the drive home down those lovely non-dirt track roads. We like A roads.
Arriving safely back in our room, with no head-to-heads with any tractors, we sit and relax for a little while, deciding on a late dinner. Mainly so I can take photos of the harbour at night. Mum knows whats up. We realise that Mum’s favourite place in the whole wide world is open until 8, so that’s that sorted. Rick Stein’s fish and chips it is. Seriously. She’s changed her death bed meal apparently. Morbid, but in my mother’s dying days, I apparently have to drive her down to Padstow, just for a takeaway.
By the time we get out, the sun had gone all the way down on our last day here, leaving an inky sky, with just the tiniest bit of light, perfect for some harbour photos. I played around with shutter speed on the water and completely blew my mum’s mind. There’s a lesson to be learned, it’s this: if you ever think you’re not that good at something, show your mum. She’ll probably be amazed by it anyway.