Osasuna: Basque by Name, Basque by Nature

“It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of fight in the dog.” — Mark Twain


Where better to start our ‘Away Days’ journey than at a team residing in the Northern Spanish city of Pamplona, a place famed for its festival of San Fermin and exquisite gastronomy. Surrounded by the remarkable landscapes of Navarra this picture perfect destination sits right on the border of Basque Country, its cultural influence abundantly clear to see. So much so in fact, that even the city has an alternative name – Iruña.
Hiding away from the limelight in this innocuous part of the world, is a true gem of a traditional football club… Loud and proud, it goes by the name of Club Atlético Osasuna.

Affectionately known as ‘Los Rojillos’ (The Reds) by the natives, Osasuna were formed back in 1920. In size and stature very moderate indeed, and involved in a Spanish set-up dominated by giants their history in terms of notable trophies is pretty much none existent. Never the less, spirited underdogs always tend to have moments to remember whether in the record-books or not, and Osasuna are no different.
Up until recently the club had been a mainstay in La Liga’s First Division, and for their size alone over-achieving the odds in many peoples eyes. However, it was between the years of 2004 and 2007 that Osasuna enjoyed a period of success many around these parts will never forget.

So near but yet so far was the story in 2005, as under the stewardship of Mexican Javier Aguirre they made it all the way to their first Spanish Cup final, only to be beaten 2-1 by the green and white of Real Betis.
Not content with this Osasuna put the disappointment behind them and proceeded to lead an all-out assault on the league the following season, pipping Seville on the final day to finish fourth. Not only was it their highest ever finish, it also gained them entrance into the most prestigious of competitions – The Champions League. Aguirre departed for the red half of Madrid a hero.
For Osasuna Champions League success was never on the cards. Never the less, they didn’t let it stop them. Dropping down into the Europa League they went on to show-up some of Europe’s elite whilst making their way to the Semi-Finals, only to come face-to-face with familiar foe Sevilla – The reigning champions, and a team still hurting from being outdone by their smaller counterparts the year before.
Osasuna fans once again dared to believe, could this be the season they finally made their mark?
It just wasn’t to be… Osasuna for all their hard work and endeavour fell at the penultimate hurdle to the eventual Andalusian winners. Although bitter in disappointment this “little” club from Pamplona had done itself proud, and even though there was no silverware to show for it, they had in fact left a very big mark on the European stage.


Unfortunately, Osasuna were unable to replicate or build on the successes of the previous seasons, and by 2014 found themselves dropping out of the top flight. Disaster ensued, with a crisis off the pitch and on it nearly resulting in consecutive relegations. Clinging onto Second Division status at the last, and with no money in the pot, Osasuna needed to rebuild from the bottom up, and they did so by taking advantage of homegrown talent.

Based in the heart of the city and with its endless list of youth graduates appearing in its ranks over the years, you’re unlikely to find a homelier club than Osasuna.
Pamplona is a lovely mix of both Spanish and Basque lifestyles, and although has been caught up in the tumultuous affairs of yesteryear, times are changing for the better. Away from the controversial issues which have tarred the region, Basque culture identifies itself as being extremely tough, passionate, and loyal. These traits transfer themselves into Osasuna, a club which holds strong ties to the region not just in its name but in its whole ideology. On matchday the green, white, and red flag of independence outnumbers any Spanish flags on a grand scale. In reality you’re unlikely to see any Spanish flags at all inside El Sadar, apart from those congregated in the away section.
Is this because the fan base mainly associates themselves as Basque?
Potentially… But certainly the Indar Gorri, the hardcore set of fans certainly believe themselves to be. All the traits of Basque culture – the singing, the passion, and the loyalty spills out when Osasuna step out onto their hallowed turf in a spectacular show of support, not to be missed by any who endeavour to discover football from the continent.

For those more familiar with British football, the Spanish atmosphere will be a shock to the system. In the UK atmosphere tends to be built around two sets of fans bouncing off one another… It can be jovial, it can be heated, it can be competitive. Travelling the length and breadth of the land to follow your team is both time-consuming and expensive even in a smaller country, but in a larger country like Spain it takes real dedication, and with this comes smaller away followings, especially for those plying their trade in lower divisions. Spanish crowds as a collective often use the disproportionate numbers to provide a home advantage. Instead of an atmosphere based on a back and forth between opposing fans there is cauldron of home support, and although small Osasuna creates one of the best cauldron like atmospheres around.


Every team has a section of hardcore fans which can often be the difference between success or failure. The Indar Gorri live and breathe Osasuna, and quite rightly have a reputation amongst the football community. Living up to their Basque qualities, they are both vocal and ferocious in their support of the team they call their own. From the first minute until the last constant renditions of numerous songs are carried out, creating shockwaves around the ground. Not only is it a show on its own, it’s unbelievably intimidating… No surprise then that Osasuna tend to perform much better on home soil than on their travels.
For a neutral it’s immense… Spine tingling in fact. The hairs on the back of the neck don’t just stand up, they curl over and try to find a way back into the body. Just to make things even more colosseum like, those in the crowd are spurred on by a leader at the front with a megaphone and drum. Like any General leading his army into war he sets the tone for everyone else, even when the battle is being lost.

Deriving from Basque language ‘Osasuna’ translates itself as health… The irony of this was obviously lost on someone, as one thing’s for sure supporting Osasuna is not good for anyone’s so called “health”!
Currently battling for a play-off place, they can at times be breathtakingly brilliant and utterly frustrating in the same sentence. Inconstancy has been their downfall thus far, and yet there is still hope that they might just bounce back to La Liga Santander at the first attempt.
Osasuna have built themselves on a strong defensive structure this season, conceding only 26 goals in 31 appearances, the second lowest in the division. Goals at the other end however have been at a premium, yet to say they are a defensive side wouldn’t be true at all. On the contrary, at times Osasuna which have a midfield bursting with technically gifted players, knock the ball about with consummate ease. When on form they play the game at break-neck speed, one and two-touch football, splitting defences easier than Moses divided the Red Sea, all in an arena fit for purpose.

El Sadar… What a wonderful little stadium. It may only hold just under 19,000, but that’s more than enough to create a perfect environment for supporters and players alike. Its concrete structure gives it a seasoned look without feeing decrepit, and although it does have an old-fashioned vibe about it, it has all the modernised amenities you would expect from a well-established club.
What separates this venue from many around Spain is how close you are to the action, in this respect El Sadar coincidentally replicates many British stadia. Whether or not they took the idea from there remains to be seen, but it is certainly used to the same effect. Bringing fans closer to the action is essential for a smaller club to create that atmosphere previously mentioned. In a stadium where the fans are so close that the players can feel the breath on the back of their necks, it really feels like those watching are right on top of the action… It’s intimate. This intimacy can feel like numbers are doubled from what they actually are. For away teams it can be overawing… For ‘Los Rojillos’ it can be inspiring.


Away day travellers who want to immerse themselves into true Spanish football culture need to arrive at El Sadar early. Grabbing a few “Cañas” (small beers) with the locals, and getting involved with the pre-match buzz is a right of passage for all who visit. It’s worth mentioning that once inside the stadium no alcohol can be served. This doesn’t mean they don’t serve drinks or snacks though, just that you’ll have to make do with an ethanol free beer.
Just like in the UK, situated in the concourse are serving areas, however unlike the UK you can’t purchase anything there. Little stalls (normally opposite) sell you tickets which are then taken to the serving area to pick-up said order. Admittedly it’s a very good idea, and drastically cuts down on the build-up of queues.
For those who normally spend the weekends watching the likes of Wolverhampton, it would be a Bovril and Pie as the most typical things to indulge in, an acquired taste no doubt. Over here they also have a bit of a football delicacy, and that’s “pipas”, or sunflower seeds to you and me. If you can get the knack of getting into them (it’s harder than it looks) these salty treats can be rather addictive, and a great way of blending into the crowd without looking too much like a tourist. Especially on those eagerly awaited matches between rivals.

For those who like to experience true rivalries and everything which comes with it, then Osasuna have a few options. Although not technically based in Basque lands, the club sees its locals as the Basque teams – Alaves, Eibar, Real Sociadad, and Athletic Club Bilbao, and out of these teams it is with Bilbao they hold the fieriest of rivalries. This isn’t on location alone, this is based on heated arguments which have spanned over a number of years. In the past Bilbao have taken many a young starlet from the Navarra area, angering those from Osasuna who believe talent rightfully theirs is being poached from underneath their noses.
Surprisingly though there are two clubs which hold even greater rivalries… Real Zaragoza and Real Madrid. This has nothing to do with location, this solely revolves around politics and Basque – Spanish differences, but consequently ensures heated clashes whenever the sides meet on the pitch. For those prepared to put themselves into the midst of battle for heart-pumping entertainment, then a game versus Real Madrid must be on any to-do list.


As a place, you are unlikely to find a destination like it. Pamplona has its mix of city-life and country-life combined in perfect harmony. It’s unique, friendly, full of culture, and up there as one of the most wonderous destinations to visit in Spain. In terms of football quite simply it isn’t about how the team are currently playing. They haven’t got superstars who will dazzle and delight like some of the other teams. What they do have however is a team bursting with homegrown talent, and a very apparent connection between both players and fans. In turn this leads to unbeatable atmospheres, with breath-taking shows of support almost always guaranteed when visiting El Sadar… One of the main reasons Osasuna’s fan base has such a feared reputation amongst many in Spain. To be honest for a city which routinely have bulls chasing locals through the streets all in the name of fun, this shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. Osasuna with their dogged determination and attitude provide a spectacle well worth being a part of… This club although Spanish in location, is most definitely Basque by name, and Basque by nature!


Introducing Away Days

“One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now!” — Paulo Coelho


Football… What is it about the beautiful game which gets adrenaline flowing, hearts racing, and an unusual ability to turn grown men into blubbering babies?
Life as a football fan isn’t easy. In this day and age it’s expensive to follow, and more often than not a cruel sport for frayed emotions. Yet week by week we go back for more punishment, to be put through the ringer of nerves, excitement, bitter disappointment, and unparalleled joy. I know a lot of people don’t understand this. “It’s only a game” they say, but it’s not just a game is it. To us its far more important than that.
When you’ve supported a club from such an early age its engrained into your mentality and heart. It could be your hometown club, it could be a club you’ve adopted, it could be a club which has family ties, what it is not though is just a game. This is something you adore, a team you love, there’s pride at stake, and it hurts at times. Those who don’t support a team I doubt will ever understand this concept, nor grasp the type of attachment and emotion which comes with it.
Personally, I’ve never felt the desire to go and watch another team from the same country, for me it would just feel like cheating.

The vast majority of fans will never get the opportunity to follow their team around the globe, and as a huge Wolves fan over the last twenty-odd years I’ve begrudgingly come to accept this. However, with the world only getting smaller the popularity of the away day abroad which combines both travel and football, is on the rise.
I’d hazard a guess most football fans have at some point in their life idolized a foreign club, whether that be the Ajax team of the 70’s, the Barcelona of the 90’s, or Milan of the 00’s. There is also the more obscure teams which have developed a cult like status, not so much because of their success, but more to do with a brand of football, style of play, atmosphere, or even location. This is where two passions collide… Travelling the world whilst experiencing new cultures, people, and places both on the field and off it. The rigours and stresses which come with following a team not included, the loyalty to your own team not playing heavy on your heart. This isn’t like cheating on the wife, this is like going to the party with her best friend… Integrity and loyalty still intact.

For me Spanish football has always been an enticing proposition. From a young age I would watch awestruck as they showcased their flair-filled talents in the Champions League… The flamboyancy, the way they used to caress the ball around the field, the star players from Kluivert at Barcelona, to Zidane at Madrid.
Strangely enough though, it was not these two giants but in fact Valencia which really caught my eye. Canizares with that bleached blonde hair, Mendieta a Rolls Royce of a playmaker, and then that man mountain John Carew. Dressed in their white, black and orange, dishing it out to teams which visited the magnificent Mestalla.
I had images portrayed in my head. Warm sunny days, beaches, typical Spanish architecture, and the lifestyle to go with it. It appealed to my wandering mind and elaborate daydreams… Sun, sea, and football.


It wasn’t however until the age of eleven that I first went on a proper holiday abroad – A family vacation to the Balearic island of Mallorca. You know what, it rained the entire week. Never the less it was new and interesting, and it was during this trip that due to a young lad from Cameroon who went by the name of Samuel Eto’o, I took a liking to Real Mallorca. I remember sat mesmerized as he dismantled Madrid’s defence, giving the Galacticos superstars a night they’ll never forget in front of a stunned and enraged Bernabeu… I was sold!
Unsurprisingly Eto’o outgrew the over achieving minnows, and his performances earned him a move to Catalan giants Barcelona. In turn Mallorca have unfortunately been on a downward spiral ever since, and although after his departure my interest in them started to dwindle, just for those memories alone there will always be a soft spot reserved for them.
Spain for all its big cities and even bigger clubs has some wonderful smaller hometown teams. Clubs which may be small in stature, but massive in heart and character. Many of which lie in traditional locations overflowing with culture, history and uniqueness. Locations which exude attractiveness, making them a must visit destination for travellers from afar. One such place is Pamplona, home to Osasuna and also home to my other half (who just for the record has no interest in football what-so-ever).

Having visited this wonderful city for the first time back in April of last year, and realising that El Sadar stadium is literally a stones throw away from her apartment, I began to take interest in the team I only really knew from the Championship Manager (later known as Football Manager) series.
At the beginning of the current season they were once again back in the second division, after a disastrous return to La Liga the year before.
Due to my attachments to the place and its people I began following their games, and somehow with an expert use of persuasion managed to convince my partner to take me the next time I visited Pamplona. Credit to her she upheld her promise, and it was truly an experience I will never forget. Something which was all so familiar to me in football, but at the same time all so different and new… I was hooked, and the seed had been planted. Football and travel entwined, the start of my away days bucket list had begun!…

Osasuna: Basque by Name, Basque by Nature


10 Beaches You Must Visit When in Cornwall: Part 2

“Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it” — Confucius


Roll up, roll up it’s time for your weekly travel fix, and after galivanting away from home in recent weeks it’s back to Cornwall for our second instalment of ‘10 Beaches you Must Visit’.
The question is what did we learn from Part 1?
Well after only five locations we’ve already gathered that Cornish beaches are as unique as they come – quirky, exclusive, secluded, rustic, relaxing, tranquil, the list could go on. From the surfer’s paradise Fistral to Lusty Glaze with its spectacular sunsets, these beaches can galvanize the imagination.
If somehow you’ve managed to skip Part 1 then you’re missing out. Go read it, five beaches including Crantock, St Ives, Pedn Vounder, and the two previously mentioned will enlighten your beach friendly mind, whilst introducing you to the world of Cornwall and its wonderful relationship with the beach. You won’t be disappointed, that’s a promise.

Okay, hopefully at this point everyone has caught up on the first five beaches?… Excellent!
So, our next contingent have a lot to live up too that’s for sure, but where better to keep producing the goods than Cornwall. Following on from Part 1 we have some seafronts capable of matching if not beating those before it, whilst blowing your mind at the same time. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but these shores will most definitely get your travellers feet itching and a beach lovers mind racing. So, without further delay lets continue our run down of ’10 Beaches you Must Visit When in Cornwall’ with Part 2 and five more dreamy locations…

Bedruthen Steps

Bedruthen Steps, most definitely the lovable rogue of the group. If beaches were celebrities this beach would be a Johnny Depp or a Tom Hardy. Rough around the edges with an attitude to match, yet somehow attractive, open, and engaging. It’s that boy your mother always used to warn you about, with that beach blonde hair and blue eyes… A heartbreaker. Biker jacket, boots, and tattoos, a wink to make the knees go weak… Trouble!
On the outlook a place which shouldn’t be appealing… But oh how it is.

Attraction is a funny thing, and in this case it’s a jaw-dropping piece of work by mother nature herself which provides the draw. A coastal path which year by year and storm by storm holds siege to natural elements intent on constantly altering its appearance. Cliffs which have more scars than a bareknuckle boxer, facing vicious onslaughts from both the ravenous waters below and wind on a warpath. The receding land literally crumbling away at your feet as you make your way around towards the top of “The Steps”. Nature’s own walkway, both sickly steep and nervously narrow which dangerously descends downwards.
Just like escaping out of your bedroom window for a secret rendezvous, a sure thing to get the pulse racing.

At the bottom of Bedruthen Steps lies a beach with jagged rockfaces, a brutal waterfront, and a scene to make your heart skip a beat. Only at low-tide can visitors reach its sandy shores, but what greets those who do is both remarkable and frightening. Huge rock formations line the beach, in no order whatsoever, whilst boulders of rubble from the crumbling cliffs litter the outskirts. This isn’t a beach for sunbathing or swimming, it’s for those who want to walk amongst monsters.
Care must be taken not only from potential falling debris, but the incoming tide which rapidly engulfs the entire beach. Get your timings wrong and you’re getting cut off.

Is it worthwhile then?
You bet it is… Secluded, dangerous, but unmistakably beautiful with its fresh golden sands. The views from above are no less impressive, and in fact show the entirety of the landscape in all its glory.
A National Trust café based near the car park at the beginning of the coastal path is also a perfect way to finish off your visit. Sit in the sun with some of the best homemade Cornish scones around, whilst washing it down with a Cornish milkshake or tea… A clotted cream kind of heaven.

“There is no real beauty without some slight imperfection” James Salter once said, and he could not have been more right. Bedruthen Steps with all its imperfections is the epitome of natural beauty. On paper not the best location, but you’ll not find too many people who’ve travelled around this monumental coastal spot and not had their breath taken away.
What we find attractive is unique to us. What is beautiful in one person’s eyes will not be so in another’s, it’s what makes life interesting. If our interests all revolved around the same things life would be… Well bluntly put, boring…
Plus, everyone loves a bad boy!



There’s something about lesser known beaches which make them that extra little bit of special. To find a spot of sandy joy which you’ve somehow stumbled across or been tipped off about brings it closer to your heart. It’s not the commercialised version, it’s not where the crowds go, it’s not the generic template… It’s unique. For me Porthtowan is that beach. Stumbled across years ago and now a personal favourite, it must be included in any trip to Cornwall.

Porthtowan, a beach which is neither big nor small, is perfectly set in a valley surrounded by dramatic hills. It is a favourite for surfers, locals and travellers alike due to its exclusivity and relaxing atmosphere. A blue flag beach, which prides itself on being exceptionally clean and inviting to all that visit. For surfers of all abilities to ride the waves here as the sun goes down should be on every bucket list.
Although you might not get the waves of larger and more popular beaches, Porthtowans pristine uncrowded ocean and views which come with it trump the lot. Plus let’s not knock the surf, it can be damn good at times.

Sat on the edge of the beach is The Blue Bar… Neither fancy nor glamorous, just a good old-fashioned surf shack. With outdoor benches, inside bay window seating, a range of local craft beers and ciders, and some real good comfort food to warm the stomach, it’s a prime spot for those who have braved the chilly evening waters… And whether you’re in a group or on your own their dirty chips are to die for.
It’s also another great beach for sunset hunters, and the Blue Bar is a faultless venue to observe a splodgy surfy sundown. A visit to Cornwall for me without an evening in the picturesque Porthtowan, with a plate of dirty chips and a Cornish Rattler, whilst watching the surfers as the sun go down just wouldn’t feel right.


Watergate Bay

Watergate Bay, one of the best-known beaches in not only Cornwall but the whole of the UK, its reputation only matched by its size. At low-tide this beach can stretch for 2 miles long, with crisp golden sands and some huge Atlantic swell enticing surfing enthusiasts, beach lovers, and families alike. Popular doesn’t always mean better, but despite all Watergates downfalls it is extremely hard not to find it a place in your heart.

Due to its enormity, flawless appearance, and cascading waters it’s no real surprise that Watergate bay is so popular amongst tourists. There is no hiding from the fact that it’s become a touristic location, and with that evidently can come pitfalls. Amongst communities who prefer to avoid the crowds, not be extorted, and have very little interest in visiting commercialised places it divides opinion. During the summer months especially, these aspects can be repellent and deterring to those wishing to jump into the south-wests true culture.
There are however always two sides to any coin, and what for some is a total put-off is for others a big pull. Pricey Watergate may be, but with its boisterous beach bars, stylish restaurants (one of which with the Jamie Oliver name to it), a surf academy, and a five-star hotel it’s got a certain appeal for some folk. The only thing I doubt you’ll find much argument about is the astronomical cost of parking, and the battle to find a space… But I guess beggars can’t be choosers.

With all its negative press in this respect, I must point out that this only comes from being top of the class. Its like comparing Cristiano Ronaldo to a player plying their trade in the lower echelons of the football ladder. The majority of others will never receive the amount of criticism or be judged to the standard of the best players in the world, and it’s the same with Britain’s beaches. Watergate is as beaches go world-class, and for that unfortunately you have to pay, just like choosing to watch Real Madrid over Grimsby Town.

Watergate is what it is. You either love it or you don’t. Whether you do, or you don’t it can’t be denied its rightful reputation as one of the best beaches in Britain. When taking everything else out of the equation, judging it based solely on its beach qualities alone, it’s like a peacock in full bloom… Majestic. The mesmerizing sight on a summers day as the sun glistens on the tips of waves which roll through like clockwork, is enough to catch anyone’s imagination. For so many windsurfers and surfers it’s those winning combinations which make it their Cornish beach of choice.
Personally, I believe after a certain length of time outlying aspects can sometimes make you under-appreciate such a place. It’s exuberant, it has a character, it is a true Cornish wonder, and it’s not until you visit out of season (when you are literally the only soul around) that it hits you in an overwhelming fashion. A resonating moment if there ever was one, and therefore Watergate Bay is a beach you must visit when in Cornwall. Does it revel in the limelight a bit too much?
Of course it does, but at the end of the day it’s still what’s underneath that counts.



Harlyn Bay

Like the quiet individual at a party, Harlyn bay can quite easily go unnoticed. Largely unheard about outside of Cornish travelling circles, its unassuming nature is one to be admired and enjoyed. White sands reminiscent of somewhere far more exotic than the south-coast, and an uncharacteristically calm sea lend itself to being one of the most beautiful beaches in the whole of Cornwall. If that wasn’t enough then the perfectly peaceful atmosphere which accompanies these traits make it almost too good to be true.

A beach off the beaten track which allows you to get away from the hustle and bustle of Newquay and its surrounding areas, Harlyn bay is a real breath of fresh air to stuffy sinuses. Its white sands give it a really luxury undertone, whilst its millpond like waters are ideal for bathing in on a warm sunny day. Not only is the sea the opposite of most Cornish beaches in how relatively calm it is, but its translucent beautiful blue colour is as about as enticing as any beach can get. Tranquil and unspoilt, with a touch of class and elegance.

In the height of summer, you could quite easily mistake this beach for somewhere in the southern hemisphere, it honestly has that look about it. However, what puts the final touches to this masterpiece is the thoroughly relaxing sensation you get from being here, away from everything, not a care in the world. To live a care-free existence is something many strive for but very little succeed in achieving. So, if you’re the type of person which really needs to unwind and lose yourself in the moment then this is the beach for you.



Porth Joke (Polly Joke)

Last but by no means least a beach which cries out to those who love true beauty and nature in its original format. No fancy frills or spills – no cafes, no bars, no restaurants, no events… Nothing. In fact no basic amenities what so ever. You’re out in the wild with this one, and that’s its charm. A large proportion of other beaches are made by what’s in the vicinity, or how they’ve been developed… Not Polly Joke. If you travelled back in time I’m more than certain you wouldn’t recognise any differences between then and now.

Perfect for ramblers or travellers who enjoy to explore whilst also idyllic for those who crave picturesque seclusion, this beach is mistakenly overlooked by many who travel around the cornish coasts. The lack of amenities puts off many families with younger children, and its accessibility is probably another reason Polly Joke tends not to be high on the list of beaches to visit. A walk in the countryside around the headland from Crantock is one way of getting to Polly Joke, and although requires effort it isn’t anything most people wouldn’t be able to handle. This route also more importantly gives everyone the opportunity to admire the wonderful scenery surrounding West Pentire point along the way. If walking’s not your thing though, then a small car park half a mile inland is your only other option. Quite selfishly I don’t mind this, it leaves the beach spotless and abandoned… All the more for yourself to enjoy.

Small and quiet, however full of wonder, enjoyment, and individuality Polly Joke is no less pretty then any of the best beaches in the area. Caves, rockpools, surf and sand-dunes, with wildflowers during certain seasons, all set in a deserted cove… What more could you want?
For me, my memories of this beach (which lies only a stones throw away from Newquay and rural life) completely revolve around evening BBQs. Sat at the back of the beach in the minuscule dunes or sheltered up along the rocks, there’s nowhere better to relax with a hotdog and beer whilst partaking in a typical Cornish traveller’s tradition.
Stripped back to nothing but it’s birthday suit Polly Joke is exceptional in every way. Whether it’s your stunning girlfriend, amazing wife, or even just your friend without their makeup on, what’s underneath the mask can be far more picture perfect than what has covered it up. What you see is what you get with Polly Joke, and personally just like with my girlfriend I wouldn’t have it any other way (and no she didn’t force me to say that)… Natural attractiveness is something which is unfortunately rather undervalued these days.


10 Beaches You Must Visit When in Cornwall: Part 1