We got up and about fairly promptly to move her onto a pitch on the main field - we were temporarily put at the top end by the toilets / facilities! Locks off, services disconnected and hooked up for the 50 yard move. Didn’t take too long. The view is slightly better but this pitch is flatter, so no complaints. And, to cap it all, I managed to back her onto the pitch - wow, whatever next!?
After a slice of toast we hit the road to Kingsbridge about a 30 minute drive away. It wasn’t a stress free journey - Kim was driving and I navigated her onto the shorter, quicker but narrower lane route! It was very busy with cars, tractors, caravans and small trucks so lots of braking, pulling over and squeezing past! Let’s put it this way ... it wasn’t the most harmonious start to what turned out to be a lovely day!
What a nice place Kingsbridge is? My first visit - I think? It sits at the top of the Kingsbridge Ria with lots of boats and a rather large and busy Main Street going up from the quay. We spent an enjoyable couple of hours mouching around. As always we ended up at a coffee shop / cafe. This one was called Mangetout and it was really rather good. We both had Thai Coconut and Squash soup - gee, it was tasty!
Kingsbridge has a similar vibe to Totnes. Not quite as laid back and a few more tourists but still very pleasant. By this time the sun was poking in and out of the clouds and the wind had dropped a bit so all was good with the world!
Then onto it’s neighbour at the seaward end of the ria - Salcombe. Again another really nice place. We came here with the Parrotts last summer but we were on their boat so only saw it from the sea! It’s that bit more touristy that Kingsbridge and Totnes and certainly more “up market”.
It’s a really interesting place to visit - lots of shops, eating establishments, ups, downs, nooks and cranneys. After a good old look around, we were looking to find somewhere to sit in and have a coffee. Then the rain came so everyone else had the same idea! Plans were swiftly changed and we bought a pasty and some cakes to take back to Brunnehilda for an early tea.
After tea and our daily dose of The Wire we were both sufficiently tired to justify an early night. So here I lie, at 10pm in Brunnehilda’s big old bed listening to the wind and the rain. Yes, the wind has got up again, as it tends to at night, and the rain has returned. Brunnehilda doesn’t seem to mind though - she is fairly hardened now to all that this countries’ sh***y weather can throw at her!
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