"it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring"

adventures in Newquay.


me and my dysfunctional family style band of eight friends went for a week in seaside party town of the uk - Newquay, Cornwall.
There are no words for the amount of cider drunk, the hideously embarrassing encounters with locals/other holiday goers, the attractive faces we pull in photos, train journeys endured, and terrible songs listened to. We spent the week shouting catchphrases such as "flip flop time!", "duckface", and "possum fall!" at eachother, whilst avoiding our terrifying landlord and perving on lifeguards at the sunny beach.

Pics or it didn't happen.

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i have literally no desire to instruct, or even advise them.

I have spent this last week, secluded in a cabin in Yorkshire, healthy countryside walks and trips to the seaside on bright days. Flicking through my resulting pile of photographs, I thought a couple weren't bad...(even though they're not as good as they could have been, the result of being rushed along by your family).

Most of them were trees and flowers, pretty dull.


But I'm happy with the ones from the seaside...

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