We didn't have high hopes for the beaches, as we've both been spoiled by growing up near white sandy beaches and tend to consider anything else with a fitting degree of snobbery. However, we'd heard that Newquay was nice and we managed to recruit a few of our friends to join us for a weekend surf trip.
While the weather was typically overcast and slightly rainy, the clouds cleared just in time for us to hit the water. We were all paddling around like professionals in no time. 
The beaches proved to be better than expected and well all had a great time.
After a few hours in the water our group (me, Sloane, Francis, Cindy and Liz) were starving and had no trouble finishing off our lunch.
Newquay is one of those towns that seems trapped in another era, not unlike the coastline and boardwalk area of Santa Cruz where I grew up.
In the brief moments of good weather we were able to see why so many of our British friends had enthusiastically defended the merits of their beaches.
That night we decided to play a little mini golf before dinner. The girls beat the boys as their respectable performance was no match for Liz's 5 hole-in-ones. For those of you who don't know the story, Sloane and I are really competitive when it comes to mini golf. On our first date we played mini golf and I beat him by one stroke (determined after several recounts). There have been many rematches since where I, sadly, have failed to emerge victorious. I am proud to say, however, after our game in Newquay I have reclaimed my title and beat Sloane!
After mini golf we walked along the cliffs and watched the setting sun before making our way to a Mexican restaurant for dinner.
The next day we got up for another morning of surfing. Things were going well until I happened to step on a Weaver fish, a nasty little fish that injects poison into its victims. I tried to ignore the pain and the swelling that was moving up my foot and into my calf because there was no way I was going to give up surfing for the rest of the morning. It might not have been the wisest decision as the whole ordeal of "drawing the poison out" that I went through when we were done was one of the more painful things I've gone through in a while. I ended up with foot that was swollen and purple for almost a month...thank you Mr. Weaver!
We hung out at the bar where our surf school was located while I recovered. Had some food, played some pool (or snooker...I still don't really know the difference), and just horsed around. Cindy, Sloane and Francis strike their model poses for the camera in front of the bar. 
As always, the weekend went by much to quickly and we were beat as we waited to catch our connecting train back to London. Our sleeper train that got back to London on Monday morning and we went straight from the station to a LONG day of work.
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