Tracey Stiff aka Pam Eyres

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID THIS SUMMER


FOR OUR TWO WEEKS STAY IN THE CARAVAN
WE WENT TO CORNWALL WITH MAC AND DAN.

WE STAYED ON A CAMPSITE AND THE DOGS CAME ALONG
BUT, DAN WAS’NT HAPPY WITH THE PITCH HE WAS ON.
ITS GOT LOTS OF HOLES, HE SAID TO MAC
AND WHEN HE BENT OVER WE ALL SAW THAT CRACK!

WE WENT FOR A MEAL AND DAN LOST HIS CROWN
AND HE WENT TO BED WHEN THE SUN WENT DOWN.
TRACEY GOT BIT ON HER FOOT BY A GNAT
AND HER ANKLE SWELLED UP AND LOOKED RATHER FAT

THE WEATHER WAS GOOD AND THE SUN IT SHONE
AND ALAN KEPT SINGING THAT ANNOYING SONG
DON’T KEEP SINGING IT, TRACEY SAID
AS SHE HUMMED IT ALL NIGHT WHILE SHE SLEPT IN HER BED.

WE HAD LOTS OF BARBIES, DRANK WINE AND BEER
AND WENT INTO TOWN AND BOUGHT LOTS OF GEAR.
WE ATE PASTIES, CREAM TEAS AND FISH IN BATTER
AND THEN WONDERED WHY WE WERE ALL GETTING FATTER!

LANDS END WAS EXPENSIVE TO PARK THE VAN
AND WE ALL WAVED TO “THE LITTLE MAN IN THE BOAT” JUST FOR DAN

WE PLAYED PITCH AND PUTT, AT HOLE SEVEN TRACEY QUIT
AND ALAN DISAPPEARED IN THE BUSHES FOR A “TOM TIT”.

THE SEALS AT GODREVY SHOWED THEIRSELVES IN THE SEA
AND AT HAYLE ON THE BEACH, DAN AND AL HAD A PEE.

PENZANCE, THE LIZARD AND ST IVES AT NIGHT
THE OLD MINES AND HELLS MOUTH WHICH GAVE TRACEY A FRIGHT!

WE WALKED ACROSS THE CAUSEWAY TO ST MICHAELS MOUNT
AND AT EIGHT O’CLOCK THAT NIGHT DAN WAS OUT FOR THE COUNT!

THE MINNACK THEATRE WAS BREATHTAKING
AND WE SAT STARING OUT AT IT ALL
WE FINALLY DRAGGED OURSELVES AWAY
ON THE WAY BACK WE STOPPED AT MOUSEHOLE.

AND SO ENDS OUR FORTNIGHT HOLIDAY
A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL
OH LOOK! DAN’S GOT HIS PACKING UP HEAD ON
WE’RE GOING HOME SO GOODBYE TO CORNWALL.

Holiday 2009

This year we went to Cornwall, with Alan & Tracey, near St Michaels Mount.




This one is on the beach at Lizard point where we had just bumped into some other agility folk!




Here's Tig up to his midrift in the lagoon at Hayle beach, he doesn't normally like the water, as it messes up his do! As you can see the weather was superb, we were very lucky.




This is Jess who disappeared down a gully on Porthleven harbour and reappeared with a ball, she has an uncanny knack of doing that and whilst on holiday found five balls in a variety of places