Jo is feeling ok after the first stage of her treatment so we decide to have a change of scenery for a week or so and head off for a tour round cornwall. First stop is Bude which neither of us can recollect visiting, the beaches are heaving with white pale bodies, ice creams and pasties big enough to require planning permission.
we spend a couple of hours here before heading off to our stop for the evening which is a car park with motor-home overnight parking places in Tintagel a few miles down the coast.
Once the rain has stopped enough to venture out we head off to the “castle” which is more like a collection of stones and some footpaths, it’s surprising that ninety percent of the visitors are foreign, yet all the signage and the pre visit film is only in English unlike our European neighbours who provide their tourist information in a multitude of languages.
Jo does a superb job at climbing the steps and slopes.
The clouds break and we have a rare sunny moment for our picnic lunch on the cliffs.
The hotel Camelot is a bit of a blot on the landscape though.
We head off south a few miles and attempt to find a parking spot in Rock where they have a Michelin star restaurant that we fancied trying out, but the Cornish “roads” are more than a match for our motor-home and we abandon that idea and instead we park up in Padstein sorry Padstow which is a pretty little fishing village where the celebrity chef Rick Stein seems to own most of the outlets, we try to get a table at one of his establishments where we find there is a two hour wait, instead we eat at one of the hostelries that are using the Padstow name and providing very mediocre food with fancy names at extortionate prices, unimpressed we head back to the van to watch some tv only to find that we can’t pick up a signal so we turn in for the night.
Oh I never did find out what a Piskey was, even though a lot of shops advertised them for sale.
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