That's just what happened - trouble. We were treated to a touch of the Basil Fawltys as those who didn't want mushrooms or tomatoes or bacon or baked beans ended up with precisely those items!! We were all too polite to complain.
With Mr P in the front seat with Tommy Tom-Tom, next to Mr X, we sailed through Devon enjoying the challenge of the narrow laneways eventually stopping at Plymouth.There was a fair bit of Mayflower and Pilgrim monuments and landmarks however Mr P was very much a doubting Thomas. Is it the town planner in him that made him stand and ponder authenticity of the spot from where they ALLEGEDLY departed.... Hmmm
Boffee (beer+ coffee) was split that day with a breakaway group going to the pub and the other group off to a tearoom. You can guess the groupings.
Back on the road with a stop in Padstow for lunch and pasties at Rick Stein's deli which is part of his empire in the town.
Ms X was keen to get on the road and head to Port Isaac so 'goodbye Padstow'.
The drive to Port Isaac was indeed tricky....lots of twists and turns... Miss C said it was like ' a ride!'. Highways that turned into one lane roads that turned into back alleys where if two cars meet, one had to reverse far enough to let the other one tt
Hero ugh. Quite bizarre.
All the touring party LOVED Pt Isaac. So picturesque.







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