This blog is coming to you from my hen do in Newquay - I'm actually struggling to type as my arms are aching so bad after our surf lesson yesterday. But I'm skipping ahead so I'll start from the beginning.

We arrived at our lovely cottage just outside Newquay at 3pm yesterday and headed straight to the local pub. Even though Newquay is well known for it's party atmosphere and stag and hen parties, St Columb Minor, where we're staying, is like a different country. I don't think the landlord has ever had 11 lovely ladies turn up in his pub. When we asked where the ladies loo was he mumbled something in Cornish about some building work and gestured round the back of the pub.

The loo turned out to be a tardis portaloo. Someone had kindly stuck a bit of paper on the door saying 'Ladies' but it soon became clear that the builders had been using it because no lady would have left what we were confronted with. After 4 hours in the car though we just had to take a deep breath and get on with it.

The chapel we're staying in is absolutely fantastic. It has 4 bedrooms downstairs and a massive open plan area upstairs - the bathroom is bigger than my entire house. The hens had decorated it for me with the obligatory willy shaped balloons and also some highly embarrassing photos from my younger years - I actually had a mullet when I was about 10.

Friday night was spent catching up with the hens over several bottles of champagne. Some of the hens really went for it and demolished a bottle of vodka once the rest of us had gone to bed. So when we got up on Saturday morning for our surf lesson it was clear that some of the hens were feeling pretty rough, but an hour in the Atlantic is a great hangover cure!

I can't write much about the evening because, as you know, what goes on tour stays on tour. Suffice to say we sampled the best of Newquay's many classy nightspots.

The best part of the evening though was our 'Anti-Newquay' outfits. Whilst most other hen parties had gone for the tacky 'naughty school girl' or police women-look, we had matching 1950's dresses - I don't think Newquay knew what to make of us!

Today we had a lovely picnic at St Agnes Beacon where Matthew proposed, and then visited a rather strange place called 'Cocks'.

Its the sort of place you can't get enough of!