You left me on the edge of Falmouth, somehow missing out on calamari in ‘front.
I dropped Sis off near Helston and headed up the Cornish Coast, with a plan to tip a couple of warm halves in plant pots on the way to a home for my campervan in a GBG filled town.
First stop, just west of Redruth, is Porthtowan Bay.
Quiet in winter,
but a suburb of Prosecco’ed London in summer, as the surf families take over.
There’s no pub here, just a monstrosity called the Unicorn that I dare you to visit.
Still, great views on the National Trust coastline, eh?
I guess falling off that cliff would make good blogging for whoever bought the rights to retiredmartin.com.
A lady in Raybans and pashmina asked me if it was worth visiting the mines, situated 10 yards away.
“You’re looking at it” I said. I think she was hoping for a gin bar.
The tick at Towan Cross was worth the scratches from the ferns.
Sort of. A Proper Pub, bar the personal escorts to a table I wouldn’t have chosen myself, and from which I could only see the lone Tribute.
Which was a shame, as the five blokes named Joe round the pool table were drinking the hidden Skinners, and my Tribute was a bit foamy and indistinct (2.5/3).
“Suzy Suzy Suzy” said Joe 3.
“Call my name” said Suzy 1.
This is as exciting as it’s going to get, thought I, and left.
“You left me on the edge of Falmouth” – but was Draught Bass in the Seven Stars the usual NBSS 5 ?
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Not that edge. But I have one day left.
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Nice looking boozer and barflies are back!!
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Barflies round the pool table!
Have you seen many Barflies.?
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There’s Cornish Rattler too!…
…you made the right decision.
Mothballed pub games like that Pool Table are going to be the bane of my pub-going for the next few months. I may well mothball my blog for a time.
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I have some material for you, Mark. Will be a while till I get there though 😉
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Looking forward to that! Actually I’ve got a sneaky brace in the bag, just need to polish up the photos and try and think of something… ‘anything‘ to actually say about them. I think this is what they call a Slow News Year…
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“with a plan to tip a couple of warm halves in plant pots”
Little known fact; that’s how Day of the Triffids started. 😉
“Quiet in winter,”
Lovely photo below.
“but a suburb of Proseccoed London in summer, as the surf families take over.”
Ugh.
“Still, great views on the National Trust coastline, eh?”
That would make a great ‘Where’s Waldo’ page.
“for whoever bought the rights to retiredmartin.com.”
It would take them years just to sift through all of the photos!
“A lady in raybans and pashmina asked me if it was worth visiting the mines, situated 10 yards away.”
Perhaps she thought it was mimes? In the archway there’s 3 of them trying to get out.
“The tick at Towan Cross was worth the scratches from the ferns.”
Another Waldo page! (or maybe, ‘wee Waldo’)
“bar the personal escorts to a table I wouldn’t have chosen myself”
Blimey. Looking for a way to making more money by providing escorts? 😉
“as the five blokes named Joe round the pool table were drinking the hidden Skinners”
It said Skinners on the sign out front!
“This is as exciting as it’s going to get, thought I.”
Excitement is overrated. 🙂
Cheers
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Nature more exciting than the pub/beer in this case but lovely nature photos RM.
Thank goodness we’re getting some excellent plant information on this blog – for too long I’ve been under the mistaken belief that the prickly yellow flowered stuff was Gorse… 😉
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Don’t be gorse.
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Well I could be wrong – I’m a little bit furzey on that one… 😉
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