When the Destination isnt'where it's suppose to B!
Trip Start Aug 09, 2008
47Trip End Oct 08, 2008
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I left the Hill Court Manor after having had an amazing breakfast. I could close my eyes, sitting in the dining room, and imagine being back in Victorian times. I chatted a while longer with ???, then met the gardener, the handyman and the maid. All that was missing was Jeeves, the English butler.
I had a short drive, relatively speaking to get to Torquay on the SW coast of England. I wanted to stay off the motorway and so decided to detour to Bath so that my "shortest" route, though now it would actually be longer, would keep me off the main highway and I could do some "drive-by" sightseeing at the same time. I really didn't want to walk around Bath in my motorcycle gear like I had done in Oxford so all I did was detour (not on purpose) through the side streets
I had just stopped for a break at a rest stop on the high speed road. As I'm about to return to the highway, a tractor passes by with a long line of cars following it. It takes a while for me to cut in. Shortly after I see a grove of trees and that the cars have ground to a halt. As we slowly make our way forward I see the problem. A "little" car is stopped on the side. As I pass by I see 2 young women sitting on the side. One of them crying, the other, comforting her. I see glass on the ground. I'm assuming they were hit from behind. The car is also full of stuff. They must have been travelling. The car behind me stopped to offer assistance.
As I'm playing catch-up in posting my entries you can see that my next stop is in the opposite direction, relatively, from where I took the ferry. Of course there's a story here. There always is, isn't there?
As I've explained earlier, much earlier, when I was having problems booking my B&Bs using the online booking system I sent my list of B&Bs to the company to do it for me
One other reason I decided to be near here is that I was going to take a ferry to St. Malo, in France, and the ferry departed from one of the ports near here. In Edinburgh, when I was planning my trip "out" of the UK, I realized that that ferry ride was quite long and would take a whole day out of the little time I had left to return to Frankfurt and I would also be further from Paris. So I figured the best place to grab a ferry was in Poole and head to Cherbourg.
Now Poole is only 90 miles from Torquay, but with the roads to get there it's still a 2 ½ hour drive. On a motorbike it's longer. At least for me it is.
So I arrive in Torquay and it is amazing
All that to say, and I do have a point to make, is that the Universe does not always conspire to make our life happen as it should. That is, in the best possible way. Sometimes we make detours that do not make our life easier. We are also not always provided with the information that we require. This morning when I was introduced to Barbara, the maid, I was told that she was heading to Torquay this weekend. When asked what there was to see she indicated, "not much". I had also asked about this region from the father and daughter at the hostel in Germany and they indicated there wasn't much special to see either.
How is it that we never seem to see what's in front of us? Something that should be so obvious! I know! I'm NOT actually talking about the scenery now, am I?
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