Pillaton, nr: Saltash.
Before we left Exmouth this morning, we walked along the Queens Drive and down on to the beach passing beneath the red sandstone cliffs to Orcombe point.
From there we then took the south west coast path back towards the seafront.
We stopped to sit for a while looking out across the grey blue sea where in the distance, we could see four cruise liners at anchor. The sun shone brightly, lighting the red sand on the beach below.
Before leaving Exmouth a stop at Tesco and then on to Exeter to buy a camping gaz cylinder. All set, we headed towards Cornwall along the Devon Expressway. The road cut a thick slice through carpets of green and fields of corduroy, and Marge powered up the many long inclines with gusto.
Crossing the Tamar bridge, we knew we would soon be travelling on a typical narrow Cornish road, thankfully ours had plenty of passing places. Our destination was Bush Farm Wild Camping, 200 acres of Cornish countryside, and only four of us staying here.
We found a lovely spot by the river, signed as No Man's Land.
Today has been a good day. Marge dosed up on WD40 has not let us down and we've found a nice site where we can fill up with water and empty our toilet, which is always a concern. John is in his element, lighting a wood fire to cook on whilst Angela got on with the fun job of washing the smalls!
As the sun slipped away this evening, we could hear a woodpecker drilling, the river running and the sheep in the nearby field talking. Last night a couple with a converted ambulance had the inscription, 'follow your dreams, they know the way' on their door' Made sense to us. We are more than happy to live this life.
These are going into my breakfast omelette says John who loves foraged herbs, wild garlic in this case.
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