No walking, just a day to catch up and seek out new experiences before setting off for a wedding in. Starting in the at and ending up in at , near … back into territory
23rd May 2013
The onlyI found at is the , open 10am – 5pm every day except Monday … and it does a solid breakfast, and tasty lunch too 🙂
Unfortunately the hours do not fit too well with walking during the day, but when I asked in the local pub, which also does evening meals, "do you have WiFi", they said, without a hint of satire, "we’re not that modern". So, I mainly ate wonderful, spicy takeaway from the, and had over a week with no real internet.
While I had expected connectivity to be an issue, I had not realised quite how bad it would be. Mostly I could get some email on my( ), but virtually never any signal for my phone. With a few bars of on the it was possible to access some internet sites, by clicking, then going off to do something else, and, with luck, the page might have loaded 10 minutes later. I have been shocked at just how bad many specific ‘mobile’ web sites are, fitting to a small screen, but useless at low bandwidth. This included – come on, how much bandwidth do you need for 140 characters?
Even onserved by broadband, it was taking an hour to upload each day’s photos (already reduced to web resolution), and in my stress at trying to make the most of the short internet time I had, I managed to break my blog 🙁 happily, my wonderful sysadmin, who also happens to be my wife, stepped in and sorted out the mess I’d made.
So, having uploaded some of my photos, I packed up the van and leftwhere I’d been staying since starting the 11 days before. is right in the middle of the village, just 10 minutes’ walk down the road to the station and the sea. and bought the place three years ago, I think from the next door, as the overgrown walled garden at the bottom end of the site still belongs to the .
The farm complex is in solid grey stone andand are gradually working on it, turning one outbuilding into a bunkhouse, and the yard is the campsite. The campsite part is fully walled, so has some shelter and has a small number of grassed pitches over two areas, one, , close to the stream that runs through the village and the other, , just above the walled garden. The facilities are still basic, but clean, although, sadly, no laundry. Several old open-sided barns have picnic tables underneath, so you can sit outside even if it is raining, and the washing-up area is in another large open-sided lean-to, so it feels like the open air, but is dry.
I had been on my own there most of the weekdays, except for anotherwho was testing out a new tent for a few days before camping in it with his wife on the in June. However, at the weekend there were a couple of large groups, and the layout of the site makes it ideal for extended families or groups of friends.
The evening brought another kind of camping. I drove back down into in , a few miles west of , where I would stay in a . The is a small camping pod, part of the move towards ‘glamping’, camping without fully roughing it.territory, to
Thehas an elegant design, with curved sweeping roof, and flexible internal space including beds that fold up into the sloping roof. The designers suggested I stay in one, and I will be seeing them the following morning to find out more of their vision.
So on to a lovely dinner cooked by, in his wonderful kitchen. It is like something from a novel. There is all the miscellaneous clutter of a classic farmhouse kitchen, leather satchel on a nail, an old rusty wide-gauge model railway set in a box by the window, gaffer tape and a glorious framed rainbow, painted by one of the children when they were little. Yet within this, everything to do with cooking is very orderly, from stainless steel pans hung from black iron hooks, to a line of size graded brown teapots on a high shelf, and the biggest electric kettle I have ever seen!
Then bed in the, as I type now, its little battery light hanging from the rails that would also support the hung-back beds.