Shortly after Mother left and still recovering from our Italian adventure, my friend Martine arrived from Australia via a work visit to Ghana. Having a week off before further work engagements at Cambridge, Martine stayed with me and Mr B in Reading and we had an ace time. We decided to do a mini road trip to Cornwall for three days as Martine wanted to do a Devonshire tea in Devon and have a Cornish pasty in Cornwall. I just wanted to go to Land’s End so it was a win allround and off we went.
Heading due south we wanted to go via the New Forest near Southhampton so I managed to wedge in a quick survey of the Art Gallery in Southhampton during a coffee stop which turned out to be lucky as we were just leaving town when my car had a spectacular meltdown and blew a head gasket, spilling its guts all over the place as Martine lifted the bonnet after I had managed to pull over into a turning lane while the radiator gauge pointed past the red zone.

An AA man came out and fixed a bung on my radiator while we waited for another AA man to arrive and tow my car back to Reading and straight to a mechanic. We got a lift back with the AA man who hilariously had a Australian accent set as the voice of his Sat Nav and after one failed attempt at going to Cornwall we stayed back at home that night and went to the pub instead.
The next day, Martine rented a fully functioning car and we went off for a whirlwind tour of Cornwall in that instead. We did get to the New Forest for a quick look – Marine looking at birds (yes she birdwatches) and I tried to take some decent photos.
We raced on to Lyme Regis because I had always wanted to go there to look at fossils on the beach. It was getting a bit dark by the time we got there so we had a quick stroll on the beach, wandered about the tiny town and had a coffee before we headed to our accommodation outside Exeter.
The next day we visited Exeter Cathedral and Martine managed to get in without being stuck down by the hand of God. She would say this is further proof of Gods non-existence, letting atheists into churches willy–nilly while I say, “God forgives everyone their mistakes”. Ha ha.
Later a Devonshire Tea was had in a spooky little pub on a hill. It was very Royston Vasey.

More pictures here…
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