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... because we bought two umbreallas in a $1 shop!! Insurance.
Stopped off at a small cafe for a light lunch and found our waitress was from Bideford and her niece was married to a New (Lona's Bideford family) in Northam.
After we left Ilfracoombe in bright warm sunshine we headed through Coombe Martin and wound our way back to Barnstable and home.
Out last night ...
Went for a drive for miles up the coast today, Another tourist trap among many on the North Cornish coast to Tintagel.. It must have been all of 5 miles,(8 K's) along the coast. Managed to park quite close to the track down to the castle access, BUT; the track is easy going down, probably a kilometre mostly down hill occaisionally very steep.
Decided the souvenir shop and a coffee in the cafe and ...
My title is how thye village describes itself!!
However the day started overcast and we left Penzance at about 9.30am and wended our way through narrow country lanes on the way to St Ives looking for the Chysauster Ancient Village. Found the car park and then started the quite long walk along an access footpath which included and couple of sets of steps, all very much up hill.
... Great timing sir! Now guess what they called me? F - - - - - - - W - - - - - -! I’ll put the answers in the last blog if I remember.
Anyway, the call was from Giuli. She had just pulled up to the arranged meeting spot at Saunton Sands Car Park, 5 mins away, to be told Car Parking was £9.00. She explained that she only wanted to wait 15 mins max in order to collect me from my charity run around the whole of the ...
... I hadn't been to Everest but because I was desperate for the loo. He had the look about him that he had probably been up there dozens of times. As it turned out he had only been there once, but he had made it to camp 6, way above base camp! I felt a bit of a fraud, but still I was in need of the loo!
This camp site at Stoke Barton was so big that going to the showers was a minor expedition in itself. Tucked away in one corner was something akin to a sect of women, ...