Day 2 of our “Tick Devon and Cornwall While It’s Open Trip“, and a short excursion from the Saltash roundabout Burger King to the posh bit of South-east Cornwall down by The Sound.
I know it’s posh. There’s National Trust properties at Mount Edgcumbe and Antony, smuggling villages where people still attempt to drive their cars down lanes marked “NO VEHICLES“, and cafes serving bubble & squeak in an ironic way.
We had bubble & squeak at the excellent Salty Dog Cafe then walked to Kingsand as part of Mrs RM’s great Get Fit at Fifty(ish) thing.
I struggled in the first months of Lockdown when you weren’t allowed to leave your villages for anywhere with a gradient above 1: 1000, but my strength picked up as soon as pubs re-opened. Funny that.
Mrs RM needed some encouragement to take the hillier approach to Kingsand via Hat Lane, so I’d kindly arranged for a friendly tractor to chase her up the incline till there was a place she could get out of the way.
The view from her resting point was worth the puffing. If you look closely you can see Great Mew Stone, where the last person to ask for a top up in The Dolphin was exiled in 1981.
Knackered but happy, the descent to the coast took us past joggers and Old Boys on the approach into Cawsand, the old Devon/Cornish border.
What a place. Like a tiny Falmouth without the craft beer and the visitors from cruise ships (pre-2020).
Mrs RM had done fantastically well, so I rewarded her with a half of Dartmoor Legend (NBSS 3) in The Devonport. Look at those blue skies !
Half a dozen looked bemusedly at us sitting inside a rather plain interior, rather than outside with plastic cups with this view;
We win, perhaps.
Then a stroll up the street marked “NO VEHICLES“, down which an Amazon van was attempting to deliver “Swallows & Amazon” hardbacks to London escapees.
We’d have stopped at the Rising Sun, just for you, Dear Reader, but Mrs RM had to get back to the campervan to make an urgent business call at 1pm.
Could she make it back UP the hill ?