TINTAGEL
Lest we never forget 9/11/2019 Wednesday
Today was a dark and dank day but what the heck. Life goes on and so must I to travel to the western edge of Cornwall.
Tintagel is a very small town on the Northwestern coast of Cornwall. It has been written up in many tourist books as a natural place of beauty with plenty of things to do and see so the weather didn't matter. Spending 4 1/2 hours in the car driving through some cities that I will try to avoid on my return wouldn't have been any worse or better if the sun was shining. It was just 150 miles.
GPS took me into Bournemouth which like yesterday was difficult to get through but once I did it was sort of smooth sailing. Until I got to stinky EXETER. I will try to look up what they produce there to make it the most stinky city I think I've been to. An addendum will follow if I find out.
The A36 outside Exeter was a most lovely road with farms as far as you could see. Some with sheep. Some growing corn. All covered with mist.
Just an hour outside Tintagel the roads got narrower and narrower.
So for that last hour for me was left hand on the shifter, white knuckles on the wheel and NO picture taking. I could not take my eyes off the road for a second. The fog was so thick at 11am I could not see over the hedge walls crowding the road on each side. Being very mystical it definitely added to the aura of this place where the legend of King Author was conceived.
The rocky coast around Tintagel for miles was beautiful and wild with houses tucked into the rocky terrain.
I am staying in Port William with its' one bar and restaurant and 8 rooms ocean side. Down below is a beach with waves crashing in and a few people with wet suits attempting to surf.
Everyone here has a dog. Next to me here is a Laboradoodle and a greyhound.
After checking in I drove to the town of Tintagel just 4 miles away.
In an attempt to go to Tintagel Castle to get someone in need of a rock from Merlin's Cave, I discovered the tide was in and no access to the cave. Although I did walk down the steep road to find out the tidal times, there was no time to explore the castle above me on the island adjacent to the cave. The wind is measured here on a scale of 1-10 where if at an 8 they will not allow any visitors to the island where the castle is. Today it was a 7. Tomorrow I'm hoping for a 7 or less. There will be a lot of hiking involved when I return tomorrow to give this area proper time to the castle and cave visiting. Incidentally I do not like caves but I must grab a rock and get out.
Before returning to my room, I rode around as much as I could before it got too dark. Beautiful little towns with homes I am quite sure were built with no intention of cars using the "pathways" for transportation as some of the front doors open right up onto the street. There was one hill I drove up where the car could not move in 2nd gear at all. Only first.
This proves to be a hikers paradise with many well marked "public walkway" signs. Not for the faint of heart though. This is tough terrain.
Now finally it's 7:30pm and the sun is just breaking through the clouds proving to possibly be a lovely sunset.
The smell in Exeter is caused from the 'dead animal burning plant'
Today was a dark and dank day but what the heck. Life goes on and so must I to travel to the western edge of Cornwall.
Tintagel is a very small town on the Northwestern coast of Cornwall. It has been written up in many tourist books as a natural place of beauty with plenty of things to do and see so the weather didn't matter. Spending 4 1/2 hours in the car driving through some cities that I will try to avoid on my return wouldn't have been any worse or better if the sun was shining. It was just 150 miles.
GPS took me into Bournemouth which like yesterday was difficult to get through but once I did it was sort of smooth sailing. Until I got to stinky EXETER. I will try to look up what they produce there to make it the most stinky city I think I've been to. An addendum will follow if I find out.
The A36 outside Exeter was a most lovely road with farms as far as you could see. Some with sheep. Some growing corn. All covered with mist.
Just an hour outside Tintagel the roads got narrower and narrower.
So for that last hour for me was left hand on the shifter, white knuckles on the wheel and NO picture taking. I could not take my eyes off the road for a second. The fog was so thick at 11am I could not see over the hedge walls crowding the road on each side. Being very mystical it definitely added to the aura of this place where the legend of King Author was conceived.
The rocky coast around Tintagel for miles was beautiful and wild with houses tucked into the rocky terrain.
I am staying in Port William with its' one bar and restaurant and 8 rooms ocean side. Down below is a beach with waves crashing in and a few people with wet suits attempting to surf.
Everyone here has a dog. Next to me here is a Laboradoodle and a greyhound.
After checking in I drove to the town of Tintagel just 4 miles away.
In an attempt to go to Tintagel Castle to get someone in need of a rock from Merlin's Cave, I discovered the tide was in and no access to the cave. Although I did walk down the steep road to find out the tidal times, there was no time to explore the castle above me on the island adjacent to the cave. The wind is measured here on a scale of 1-10 where if at an 8 they will not allow any visitors to the island where the castle is. Today it was a 7. Tomorrow I'm hoping for a 7 or less. There will be a lot of hiking involved when I return tomorrow to give this area proper time to the castle and cave visiting. Incidentally I do not like caves but I must grab a rock and get out.
Before returning to my room, I rode around as much as I could before it got too dark. Beautiful little towns with homes I am quite sure were built with no intention of cars using the "pathways" for transportation as some of the front doors open right up onto the street. There was one hill I drove up where the car could not move in 2nd gear at all. Only first.
This proves to be a hikers paradise with many well marked "public walkway" signs. Not for the faint of heart though. This is tough terrain.
Now finally it's 7:30pm and the sun is just breaking through the clouds proving to possibly be a lovely sunset.
The smell in Exeter is caused from the 'dead animal burning plant'
Mello would LOVE to live in Exeter!!
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