Now that everyone has gone to bed, except Beth who seems to stay up all night, I will endeavour to continue our letter ...
On Saturday we visited Corfe Castle - which is close to Yoah Cottage - and managed to find a parking spot in the village close to the castle which you can see up on the hill.
There were great high jinks going on there with lots of people dressed in old fashioned clothes and carrying pikes, showing visitors how soldiers hundreds of years ago would have defended the castle against attack.
They then set about firing muskets and causing the audience to scream - and some kids to cry - but I couldn't help thinking of how Dougal would have hated it!
When we came back down, a whole lot of children had been given pikes and were marching round with the soldiers.
Mary Anning and her dog Tray used to hunt for fossils for fossil collectors in Victorian times.
Cotehele. It is just over the Tamar River - where Cornwall starts. This is a painting of a the start of a hunt in the courtyard of the house which involves a whole lot of baying shouting hounds and horses with people in fancy clothes on them that chase after one little fox. It has been banned now as most English people object to it but I am sure the dogs had fun chasing that fox!.
It was quite a long drive to the next B&B - a large Victorian house overlooking the sea at Veryan. This is the vew from our large and elegant bedroom.
But more about Cornwall tomorrow - its late and I am tired. I hear that you managed to get your nose bitten by one of the neighbour's dogs. Really Coco! I hope it is healing up well. The Alph tells me that you also grabbed poor Laddie's lead and shook it like you used to do to Dougal, but poor Laddie was rather shaken around too. But I am glad that you are feeling happier again Coco, and I look forward to seeing you on Wednesday.
lots of love from the Food Lady (and Jethro - the Schroeder's black labradorable sends woofs and licks)