I’m getting tired of trying to upload photos from my Cornish conquest. I can’t add the map, and that’s my favourite bit.
But enjoy these views from my campervan, tonight parked in (Great) Torrington.
I’ll get out of here safely in the morning before deciding if it’s great or not.
My progress since Tuesday has been BRAPA-esque, knocking 22 pubs off the To Do list and killing several plant pots in the process.
One left in West Devon, below Bideford. I fancied popping in for a swift half tomorrow.
Facebook says “open at 10“. I doubted that, but my message went unanswered (I’m still waiting for responses asking half a dozen pubs if they’re open on 14 July).
So I phoned up. Really.
“Hello. What time can I get a drink tomorrow morning, please. “
“We open for breakfast at 10, then serve lunch from 12 to 3.”
Ah. Breakfast. The real confusion maker.
“What time are you licensed from ?“
“When can I get alcohol from ?”
“Sorry, I don’t understand“
“If I turn up at 10, will you serve me a beer?”
Who reckons I’ll be drinking a flat white at 10am tomorrow ?