Corny Goodbye

A good sleep underneath the picnic bench. Time was when I stayed in the Budapest Hilton and the Sydney Ritz Carlton. Now I’m under a picnic bench. I usually had a room on floor 8 at the Ritz Carlton (from memory) executive suite and executive lounge. Actually I’ve got a confession, get closer whilst I whisper, just a little closer, I don’t want anyone else but you to know. The picnic bench is as much fun as the Ritz Carlton for me. It’s a Gas, (BRFC), and the rocks under my sleeping bag and the slug on my head mean that I’m still alive. HA!!

This is a nature section. Another little butterfly and a lovely juxtaposition between berries and flowers.

At the end of Rame Head is an ancient chapel that nowadays is used as a stable by the wild ponies. These are some of the perspectives of it.

I was leaving Cornwall for the first time in 5 weeks but I felt it was time to move on, however much I love the county. To get to Devon from Cornwall is either a bridge or a ferry. I headed for Cremyll, the last bastion of Cornwall. En route through the beautifully kept Mt Edgcombe estate, frequented by royalty in the old days, were some decent follies

and beautiful gardens.

At the end of the estate is the ferry to Plymouth, deserting Cornwall and joining Devon. I followed some old folk on to the ferry and sat on the open foredeck. One of the ladies came up to me and said that she was just checking the badge on my shirt. Anne Surr of Ranmoor is 80 years old this year and has a season ticket for the Blades which she’s had since 1977. Anne is the one on the right.

I found a launderette in Plymouth and cleaned my clothes, no machines for my sleeping bag so that stinks on. I found a Wetherspoons for tea. I’m in a bed tonight – cop this photo matey boys and girls, no freaking picnic tables but a real room and a real bed. First time in three weeks, how good is this!

Ritz Carlton eat your heart out!

Ah well. Night night my dear readers. There are nine people who log in every day and I hope you enjoy it. I wish we could meet up in Torquay or summat and have a party but that’s not what this walk is about.
Or is it?