Getting from Plymouth to Falmouth proved challenging. What should have taken an hour or so by car turned into a 3 ½ hour trek, complete with screaming baby, flat tire, and a sick three year old.
So since my baby boy was born in London and we don’t own a car here, he’s not been exposed to a car seat very much at all. And let me tell you at seven months old, he hates it.
When we’re trying to see a lot, limiting road travel to nap times was really difficult. Inevitably, we were running behind so instead of leaving Plymouth during his afternoon nap, we spent his afternoon nap touring Plymouth Gin Distillery and letting Eleanor find the bouncy castle that was closed when we arrived the night before (but unfortunately she saw it and we only heard about it 100 times so to give us all a little bit of peace we really needed to find it before we left). So we’re leaving Plymouth at 4:00 pm instead of 2:00 pm hence missing nap time.
We discover early on baby does much better with me in the back seat. So here we are being chauffeured around by Dear Husband. I have trouble being much help as a navigator as I’m in the back seat, feeling sick myself. But alas finally both children are asleep so I move to the front seat for a little quiet and enjoy the drive with my husband. Not 15 minutes into this, as a oncoming truck is heading what seems to be straight for us, husband hits the curb and we hear a long hisssssssssss. Yes, a tire has blown. So we spend our children’s late nap time changing a flat. AHH!
Back on the road again, both children awake, so I am again sentenced to the back seat. Dear baby boy is just hating road travel again so we decide to pull off and rearrange car seats so that he is in the middle so that I might be able to reach him better and keep him occupied. But this means car sick daughter is now no longer in the middle, not able to see out the front window. In hindsight, not such a good move.
About another hour in, and winding, hilly roads, my three year old can’t keep her smoothie down. I am getting very good with the vomit bag in a moving car so let’s just say damage was kept to a minimum. But again another stop is created. Will we ever get there???!
Finally we arrive at The Falmouth Hotel, 7:30 pm, not having had dinner yet. But what a beautiful seaside resort! Dear Husband somehow gets us upgraded to a larger room. I intentionally spent a little more time to find a hotel with a pool, thinking mid-holiday we would appreciate that, and I know my daughter would just love it. We have found paradise! And it doesn’t take us long to realize it’s time to slow down a bit, so we cut out our next stop and decide to spend another night in beautiful Falmouth, our first planned stop in lovely Cornwall.