Road Trip

Wednesday 13th March
We've decided to head on down to Cornwall for a bit and then come back via Glastonbury as Raychel wants to visit.
My aim is to get to the St. Ives Bay caravan park as I spent many a happy holiday there in my younger days.
We stopped at a lovely pub for the night, called the Thimble and had a couple of drinks and some lovely food (I had jugged beef, a sweet type of casserole with some horseradish mash. Gorgeous!).
Thursday 14th
The next morning we packed up and moved on. We drove down to Weymouth beach and sat in Brian with a nice mug of hot, fresh coffee and munched some Pringles rice fusions. The weather was windy, dark and prone to frequent heavy showers, but we went for a walk anyway. We couldn't let Ollie down, could we?!!!
We were going to spend the night in the car park of the Stoke Inn in a place near Plymouth, but being the type of person I am, I hadn't read the Britstops entry properly, and the entrance to the car park was worryingly low (10 foot). We decided to move on to a pub called the Who'd Have Thought It, and after missing a turning and being sent down a farm track to get back on the A30 by Gladys (Google maps), we arrived to a wonderful pub.
We forgot to pay for our drinks and had to settle up the next day after lunch!!!
Friday 15th
Onward to St Ives Bay. The caravan park where I used to camp when I was younger wasn't open, but we found a caravan and motorhome site just down the road called the Godrevy and parked up for a couple of days.
The first day, we took Ollie for a walk across the sand dunes and then along the beach. I managed to loose his tennis ball down a rabbit hole so I think he was upset with me!
It was blowing a gale, and poor Ollie is only a short arse, so he got a bit sand blasted, like my legs.
We made our way back to Brian, and decided we would take a walk down to Hayle so I could watch the rugby (I wish I hadn't bothered - the Irish didn't do us any favours, and we gave up a 31 - 0 lead to only manage a 38 - 38 draw! Dreadful).
Anyway, we managed to go the wrong way out of the caravan park, and the pub at the end of it was closed. The rain was absolutely horizontal, poor Ollie was like a drowned rat, and we were about to give up (I discovered my coat is only shower proof, and my boots are only waterproof if you haven't got gallons of water pouring into them).
We decided as a last resort to trudge back up the hill and see if we could hitch a lift. If we didn't succeed by the time we got back to the park, then we were going to retreat to the van and lick our wounds!
But, someone did stop and drove us wet and cold to a pub called the Cornubia where it was warm and dry and they had beers and rugby.
When we were done, we got a cab back.
The next morning, I had a bit of a tidy, and then we set off for Portsmouth, as Raychel had a funeral to go to. The M27 was closed because of an accident, so we stopped at a brilliant biker pub called the Churchill Arms and had a nice meal and then went to bed.
After the funeral, we set off for Glastonbury via Stonehenge and Durrington Walls - totally brilliant! Ollie thought so as well and as is his wont, tore around Woodhenge like a maniac. Apart from when a herd of sheep decided to run directly towards us it's well worth a (short) visit. However, at £36, we decided to make do with a view of Stonehenge from the road as we drove by. Off to Glastonbury! 

I have never been to the Tor before and Raychel hadn't been there for years, so it was a new experience. We walked to the top (not without a little puffing and blowing!). The views were incredible! Ollie was running around like a loon as usual.

After Glastonbury, we headed down the coast to Instow for a couple of cheeky free nights on the sea front. The pubs along there are great. Neither of us have visited Westeward Ho! (the only place in the UK with an exclamation mark). Again the beach was magnificent, we seem to have turned up at all these beaches when the tide was out and the sand was revealed in all it's glory! Once we were done there, we headed for home. I have no idea how many miles we travelled, but it was enough to knacker me enough to sleep really well for a couple of nights!!