Day 4 England
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The room in the Travelodge in St Austell overlooks a busy road, and we had to close the windows to keep the noise out, resulting in a hot, stuffy room, and little sleep.
Craig has developed a temperature and is not feeling flash.
The morning is spent catching up on emails in a local café.
Plans to visit the Eden Project (the world's largest greenhouse) are shelved, as I'm not sure I can cope with being confined in an area with lots of other human beings at the moment, and instead we head to the Lost Gardens of Heligan.
The Lost Gardens are 200 acres of gardens that were owned and tended by the Tremayne family for hundreds of years in Cornwall, until many of its gardeners were lost in World War 1, and the gardens became overgrown and "lost"
70 years later, the gardens were re-discovered, and are now lovingly tended by a large band of volunteers.
"Lost" is not a particularly accurate description of them at the moment, as, when we arrived, there were hundreds of cars in the car-park.
Certainly, to those who are of such a mind the gardens would be an inspiration.
Not being a gardening type, I found the human story of its history of more interest, but dutifully "Oohed" and "Aahed" at what I thought were appropriate times.
Tim Smit, one of two who led the "finding" of the lost gardens, is also behind the "Eden Project", a series of greenhouses built in an abandoned claypit near Bodmin in Cornwall.
He cites as his motivation behind the projects a near-death experience in a diving accident, when his life didn't flash before his eyes, but it forced him to assess whether he had achieved in life all he wanted to.
A fascinating story.
We next venture to Mevagissy, a seaside village nearby, recommended to us by our friends in Truro
I should have learnt from the experience in Fowey, where driving into a town with streets barely wide enough for one car was nearly my undoing.
Here it was even trickier, as the one road in was also the one road back, as we were planning to head to Exeter that night.
Playing chicken with an Audi and 2 Fiats, I eventually won, resulting in all 3 of them having to reverse a number of car lengths back, to allow me to pass.
Then it was on to Exeter, and the usual fun of finding accommodation. It was graduation night, so many places were booked out, but we were lucky to find a private hotel, "Silver Springs", and a landlord for whom nothing was too much trouble. Sometimes you find some gems, and this was one.