Tomorrow, D and I leave the flat at 4am to head for the South of England.
Which will not greatly resemble the landscape above. More seagulls, for one thing.
We are catching the bus, although this will be for decidedly less than the two and a half days it took to get to Albuquerque on the Greyhound – a much less grueling fifteen hours, with a break a third of the way, in Manchester, where we’ll meet up with some friends who live in the city.
Then the rest of the journey…we’ll arrive in Plymouth at 11.30pm and be adrift there for a day – since the car hire place doesn’t open on a Sunday. Luckily we have friends in Exeter, which is not too far, (where D and I once lived for a few months with one of the said friends, in a house off a street called ‘Burnt House Lane’ which is just about as rough as it sounds). We’ll meet up with them and see what fun can’t be had in an off-season coastal town on a Sunday. Plymouth Hoe! The various town memorials, including the commemorative steps to the Mayflower! Perhaps the aquarium! Heady stuff.
After that, Cornwall, the town of Falmouth and points beyond. Aida Helyer’s home county. I can’t wait to snoop out mansion houses, spy over the tall hedgerows, meander to the frostbitten beaches, or the fringes of Bodmin Moor, mooch about the art galleries of St Ives, hopefully hit Land’s End, and stare off at the cliffs and rock juts, poetically, before checking out the tacky Land’s End theme park.
I’m taking my laptop, and hope to upload pictures here every once in a while – wifi might be dodgy. Normal service will resume just before Christmas, all being well.