Our bright red 50 seater coach is quite incongruous and a challenge for our driver Lee, negotiating the tiny laneways of the surrounding hamlets. Often only about 15 cms or even less (!) to spare missing the houses on each side in the villages and often brushing along the hedgerows, lining the road. The oncoming vehicles are not impressed, needing to backup quite a way to let us through, however I must say the drivers are a lot more courteous than at home! Thankfully most of the cars are small, hardly any SUVs or 4WD’s.

Often we are stationery or at a slow speed, waiting for goats or sheep to move on, so I can gaze through the bushy hedgerows, imagining lots of Peter rabbits and their families living a happy life in the undergrowth and Christopher Robins flitting through the branches overhead, remembering all those wonderful English children’s authors and their stories.

Inside the parish church.

That evening we attended a performance of Warhorse -the technicalities and the actors operating the life size mechanical horses was very impressive but I’d rather not be confronted with such a harrowing story.

We lunched at Padstow, a busy typical seaside holiday town in the summer and famous for at least 3 Rick Stein establishments. Margaret and I decided to dine at a local seafood place near the harbour, my sole was delicious as was Margaret’s calamari, although we did buy some sliced roast beef at Rick’s deli to enjoy for our picnic tea with some of the others in our room that evening.

(Credit: John Dyer Gallery)

We were in the heart of Bodmin Moor and Cornish smugglers territory in bygone times, hearing many stories of professional pirates forcing ships aground to loot their cargo. Daphne du Maurier settled around here and we called into The Jamaica Inn, the setting for her famous 1936 novel.

(Credit: stivesgallery.co.uk)

And Steve Brown has captured the activity that surrounded Jamaica Inn perfectly.

Next Jane heads off to Cardiff.