Jackie writes:
FALMOUTH HARBOUR: The sun was shining and the sky was blue.
I left the cottage wearing a tee shirt & linen trousers,
but the jumper [sweater] & Barbour [raincoat] were in the car as well.
I would need both later when the infamous Cornish wind
would be too much for my Scottish blood.
Thought I'd send you all a postcard.
Haha - this was my Scottish breeding: Take a pic, it's free.
But I did give a donation to two local dog charities.
Well, we intended to have dinner here, but it was a bit disappointing.
It was huge, but Tom could only get into one small room
which was already filled with its screaming contents
and two similarly-occupied car seats.
I headed for the toilets and when I opened the door to the fast food restaurant,
I was abruptly stopped and told it was closed.
"I am following the signs for the toilets," I explained.
"Well. go out and back into the hotel."
This was the only impolite response we have had all holiday.
I told Tom he would have to go back out and round to the hotel.
We did go out - straight to the car and Looe Harbour
for fish 'n' chips, watching the tide go out.
AIRE-RAID! DID SOMEONE MENTION FISH?
Tom fed the leftovers to the gulls;
I got a couple of good pics on the other camera.
And would you believe it - we were sitting in the car
and I'd no sooner said about the scraps when
a seagull swooped down and sat in front of us.
Then as Tom got out of the car, it called all his mates to join the party.
WAS THAT ALL? BRING SOME MORE TOMORROW!
My dad used to say that in the navy they said that the cooks never die;
they all come back as seagulls cos they never go hungry.
He told a neighbour this and she said,
"I knew there was something odd about the way
that gull watches me and I'm sure it winks at me."
Turned out her husband had been a cook in the navy and had died some years ago.
In Christchurch were this ship & a pub that Tom
couldn't get in to, so we went to St. Austell for a curry.
We have found that a lot of cafés & pubs have steps up & no ramp.
One restaurant had a sign saying,
"Push & wheelchairs use double doors" and an arrow.
We followed the arrow, found the double doors . . .
with a deep step going down from street level.
We were laughing; a waiter came to ask us if he could help.
We pointed out the problem.
He said he was sorry he didn't have a ramp,
but failed to see the irony of his sign.
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