Today we set out firstly to see Mount St Michael's Mount. This is essentially an island that has a causeway to the mainland at low tide. It is based on a similar building in France. It was gloomy and drizzling so not a pleasant start to the day. This was just a photo stop so no opportunity to walk across to the island, as some were doing, with the tide dropping.
After another drive, we came to Lands End, the southern most tip of Britain. I'm not sure what I expected, but it just didn't look any different to any other clump of land. Perhaps it was the gloomy, rainy day that made it impossible to gaze across the sea, knowing there was just ocean and more ocean out there. Here we were treated to a Cornish Pasty from the bakery. However, it was just a few hours after breakfast, a little soon for a full sized pasty. It was also extremely hot. I couldn't eat it and threw it away. What I ate was nice but I think my mum's were better. It seems there are endless awards in UK for pasties - every shop has one. I wanted a milkshake but the milkshake place was closed. Anyone would think it was early and Sunday! We also saw our first heather, which was growing on the roadside - I didn't expect that so far south.
Next was St Ives, one of the seaside resort towns along this coastline. It is very hilly and the bus can't go down to the town. We are dropped in the car park on top of the ridge, with the option to walk down or catch the shuttle for £1. We opt to walk and go down a series of steps and steep paths to the town below; we won't be walking back up! The tide is out on the beach. There really isn't much of a beach at all unless you want to be dodging boats on the sand, the ropes and buoys. It must be a whopper of a tide as this area goes for quite a distance. The actual beach is quite small which seems odd for a beach resort. We wandered around for a while and finally found where the shuttle went from.
There was a long drive back to Plymouth. Most of the bus passengers doze off during these drives and you can hear various forms of gentle snores as we drive along.
We stayed at the Holiday Inn in Plymouth, which is on the high ground called the Hoe. For dinner, we went exploring and ended up in some area that had few places open. We ended up in a place called Sizzals, a buffet type place like Sizzlers. There were only a few people in there when we arrived but it was rapidly filling by the time we left. All in all, not a bad feed for £12.
After another drive, we came to Lands End, the southern most tip of Britain. I'm not sure what I expected, but it just didn't look any different to any other clump of land. Perhaps it was the gloomy, rainy day that made it impossible to gaze across the sea, knowing there was just ocean and more ocean out there. Here we were treated to a Cornish Pasty from the bakery. However, it was just a few hours after breakfast, a little soon for a full sized pasty. It was also extremely hot. I couldn't eat it and threw it away. What I ate was nice but I think my mum's were better. It seems there are endless awards in UK for pasties - every shop has one. I wanted a milkshake but the milkshake place was closed. Anyone would think it was early and Sunday! We also saw our first heather, which was growing on the roadside - I didn't expect that so far south.
Next was St Ives, one of the seaside resort towns along this coastline. It is very hilly and the bus can't go down to the town. We are dropped in the car park on top of the ridge, with the option to walk down or catch the shuttle for £1. We opt to walk and go down a series of steps and steep paths to the town below; we won't be walking back up! The tide is out on the beach. There really isn't much of a beach at all unless you want to be dodging boats on the sand, the ropes and buoys. It must be a whopper of a tide as this area goes for quite a distance. The actual beach is quite small which seems odd for a beach resort. We wandered around for a while and finally found where the shuttle went from.
There was a long drive back to Plymouth. Most of the bus passengers doze off during these drives and you can hear various forms of gentle snores as we drive along.
We stayed at the Holiday Inn in Plymouth, which is on the high ground called the Hoe. For dinner, we went exploring and ended up in some area that had few places open. We ended up in a place called Sizzals, a buffet type place like Sizzlers. There were only a few people in there when we arrived but it was rapidly filling by the time we left. All in all, not a bad feed for £12.
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