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... Cardiologist. What will happen next, who knows. But we will, no doubt keep you informed.
So I'm sorry but the planned 9 weeks blog is a sad 2 weeks only. I hope you enjoy what there is and ANY comments on here will be hugely and gratefully received. That way I know you have read it and that IF we are lucky enough to do anymore travel in the future, I will blog again.
Many thanks for listening, hopefully speak again ...
... any sites in Spain until I know when or if I am sailing so at the moment everything is extremely uncertain..
In the mean time I have bought myself a teach-yourself Spanish course and I promised that I would do a bit every day. Well of course that hasn't happened! I don't speak a word of Spanish and hadn't realised how hard I was going to find it. Because it is stretching my brain I can only work on the course when I am feeling bright ...
So it begins. The bags are packed we're ready to go, as the song says. Goodbye Wilbraham Court and our lovely neighbours for 9 weeks of exotic travels. Beryl our wonderful friend drives us to the station as by the wonders of Brunels famous railway we are on our way from Newton Abbot, Devon to pastures new. Gosh we're excited. The joys of 1st class rail means for maybe the last time for some days we can sit back relax and be waited ...
Drove across Bodmin Moor to the pub called "Jamaica Inn," scene of the novel by Daphne Du Maurier. The pub was built as a coaching house in 1750. We looked at the museum , partly about the authoress and partly about Cornish smuggling through the years, the subject of the book. I had read almost all Daphne's books years ago, when I lived in Plymouth, but still ...
Lazy day, with late brekkie. Drove with Liz and John via Torpoint and then Millbrook to Maker Heights, when we sat outside to eat lunch overlooking Cawsand - amazing in late November!
Then walked across Mt Edgecombe parkland along an inlet from the sea to Cremyll, when we had a drink in the old pub, the Edgecombe Arms, before walking back; in all, about 3 miles.
Lovely lazy dinner in front of a roaring fire. So good to see our old pals ...