As expected this morning it was peeing down. Waterproofs on. First stop, a fuel stop. 2nd stop, the lower ferry to Dartmouth from Kingswear. Now I know the road was twisty and it was raining but the Shadslow excelled itself this time, in how far it dropped back.
I arrived to find the ferry waiting, with just a lady foot passenger on it. I told the chap there was another coming and paid for both of us, then waited and waited and waited. Then I notice dozy bollocks making his way into the car park. The big letter F E R R Y on the road obviously meaning nothing to him. Meanwhile more vehicles came aboard. Grizzly reappears and I think he's seen me waving from the ferry but no, he stops, then gets off his bike. The guy on the ferry then has to walk up the quayside to tell dozy bollocks that I am already on the ferry. 🤭
With him finally on board, we make the shirt crossing to Dartmouth and then on into the Devon countryside.
Next stop, Slapton Sands memorial.
I'd told Grizzly this commemorates the list of soldiers training for D-Day in 1944 but this is actually a thank you to the locals who gave up their homes to house US troops. Further down the road is the memorial for the soldiers lost, along with a Sherman Tank, recovered from the sea, after 40 years on the sea bed.
Carrying on, our next stop was another ferry, Devonport to Torpoint. No problems this time, as Grizzly was close on my tail.
The sun was now shining and we were sweating in our waterproofs. We stopped at a garage for lunch and took them off.
We continued on a long and often arduous journey towards The Lizard, the UK mainland's most southerly point. On the way though the heavens opened and we had to quickly pull over to get the waterproofs out again.
At The Lizard we parked up and got chatting with the National Trust car park man. As we were only staying long enough to use the toilet and take a few photos, he let us the parking charge. He proudly announced it was the most southerly point, so when I told him we'd been to the other compass points in the last 3 weeks, I burst his bubble a bit.
Another fuel stop was taken care of before we arrived at our digs in Penzance. The room is up some quite steep and narrow stairs but we are only one floor up and at least we have a sea view.
Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be bad again, so our proposed visit to Lands End doesn't look like being much fun.
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