We were up early this morning ready for the parking enforcement
officer as we were a little concerned because Marge's rear was overhanging our
space and we'd heard that down in Cornwall there had been parking fines given
for this. At eight thirty when he arrived, he emptied the cash out of the
payment machine and left. Thanks for that matey. A lady collected litter in the
car park and down on the viewpoint. She stopped to chat. Twice a week she came
around to litter pick. If you fancy some gardening as well, Bideford could do
with a hand weeding their flower beds. Down below shadows rolled over the
landscape. Some local people who seemed disapproving of the vans (who had paid
to stay overnight) in an almost empty car park mumbled a perfunctory good morning.
Mid morning we bid farewell to Great Torrington and the model
village of Taddiport down in the valley. One last glance at the view below and
beyond we swung Marge around and drove out of town. Next stop Marge Ilfracombe.
No stop. Lidl on the right. Now Ilfracombe where a space in the motorhome
parking area in the centre of town awaited Marge. Angela had caught sight of
her wild hair in a few shop windows recently and hoped she'd secure a haircut
whilst here. Result. Zig Zags lady's salon. How much? Ten pounds! That cost a
tenner? Yes Marge. I'd ask for a refund! Rude. Angela's hair looked just as it
did when she visited her own hairdresser where ten pounds wouldn't get you
through the door.
After an early start we were tired, but still walked out along the seafront and down to the harbour where we met a young couple who'd just finished laying out their bedding in the back of their land rover discovery. They were from Worcestershire and had come down to Ilfracombe for the night.
Then a look at Damian Hirst's sculpture Verity before stopping to talk to a man
who was converting a VW T5 patient transport vehicle. Then a meal in the
Wetherspoons where we talked about a trip in June to celebrate our wedding
anniversary which we unfortunately share with her majesty's platinum jubilee
celebrations, so we expect campsites to be busy.
Not taking me then. Not sure Marge, probably not. Marge, we hardly
dare say, has been fine since her wobble when we left Tintagel on Saturday.
It's like she belched and her system cleared. Please now stay as you are Marge;
we'll be home soon.