Fowey - Torquay - Brighton

Hi, we (that's the royal we) are back online, and this is what we've been up to.


Monday 10th

Fowey is a very pretty, quaint seaside village. Definitely worth a visit. The road through the village is very narrow and we only just got the car through. We would love to have stopped but there was just nowhere to park.
Anyway, outside one of the shops was a huge display of Croc rubber shoes. What is it with these shoes? They might be comfortable, but they must make your feet sweat like crazy. I don't understand.

Last stop today and the fifth bed of the trip so far was Torquay, to visit Mike and Gill.


Tuesday 11th



Last night Gill (above middle), who makes the most fantastic fish pie, cooked, er..... fish pie. The recipe is a family secret, that has been handed down through the Paxton family since fish was invented, or that's what she said, and very good it was too. This morning, after buying some farm cider, we visited Stoke Gabriel, a beautiful village a short drive away. Having convinced Gill that the Post Office was unlikely to sell red peppers, we visited the village church with its 800+ years old Yew tree. There has been a church on this site for about 1000 years. Pretty consistent eh?
Anyway, after an afternoon ziz we drove over to Teignmouth for a family meal and to catch up with the rest of the family. Excellent.


Wednesday 12th


We were sad to leave Torquay after such a pleasant stay but the sixth bed of the trip reckoned and we set off for the six and a half hour journey to Brighton.

We got to Brighton late afternoon, and after buying a few provisions, we passed a betting shop where I noticed that for a £10 bet you could get odds of 17-1 on tonight's England v Russia game, if Owen scored first and England won by two goals to nil. I never bet, but I said to Jan, "that looks like a good bet to me." My beloved dismissed the idea out of hand. I didn't feel optimistic but England played really well and Owen scored first and at half time they were two goals ahead. Jan knew that I'd never let her forget this, so was praying that something else would happen. It happened. England scored again and I thought, "Great that was £170 down the drain." Anyway, England won a difficult game and I went to bed a poor but happy bunny.