Plymouth

As we had an early ferry crossing, we had decided to spend the night in Plymouth. We arrived around midday, parked the car in the hotel car park and headed into the city centre. After a quick lunch, we headed to The Box, an art gallery & museum which I'd read about online. The first thing you see when you enter are some enormous ship's figureheads (one one of them weighing 2400 kg) suspended above you, when you reach the top floor you can read about their history and the ships they were a part of, as well as the restoration that was carried out. There were several different art exhibits, some natural history (including a life sized mammoth) and lots about Plymouth's history, including the many famous ships that set sail there and a section on Devonport dockyard. Definitely a worthwhile trip if you're in Plymouth, and entry is free too. It was well laid out with plenty to see, but not too much that you lose interest!

So, the dreaded drive to Plymouth, I absolutely hate this drive with passion. Always have, always will.
Driving 49 miles to the hotel took nearly an hour and a half and there were no particularly bad hold-ups. Just the usual drivers bumbling about, unable to drive to the speed limits (safely) and to the conditions (dry and clear skies).
Of all the cities, towns etc I have driven in (USA, France, Belgium, Spain, Portugal, Switzerland and all the Canary Islands) I absolutely loathe driving in Plymouth. There is just something I hate that I cannot put my finger on. Perhaps it is down to the road layout, quality of mine or others driving skills, I dunno but it really grinds my gears (well it would if I had any)
Anyway, enough of the unusual moan from me.
New car since the last blog, we now have a Tesla Model 3 Highland Long range – miles per kilowatt hour (m/kwh) was 5.83. The Mercedes EQE we used to have would have been lucky to get 4 ish.
Obviously, no need to charge as hardly used anything – starting range was around 350 miles from home.Read more