When we arrived at the car park in Tintagel, with a 10 minute walk along a cliff path in mind, there was a rebellion in the back. The wind was a bit nippy (freezing actually) and both children said they would rather stay in the car! Even a brief mention of King Arthur wasn't sufficient to get them out into the fresh air. However after much cajoling, and probably some threats too, we all descended the path to the sea. (Come to think of it, I think a promise of ice cream played a part somewhere along the way!)
Tintagel was a magical place, rugged and weather beaten, but the sea was the star of the show. Small Sprog was in awe! He sat on the steps at the bottom of castle and watched and watched the waves spraying high up into the air. The power was absorbing and hypnotizing all at the same time.
After a while he turned to me and said "This is one of the best days of my life!"
Now he'd come to mention it, it was one of mine too