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St Austell

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    • Day 10

      A Titanic Drive (?)

      May 6, 2023 in England ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C

      We woke up to rain, which was a new experience for us since arriving.
      All of the U.K. were also waking up to a day that would bring a new reign.

      We left Portsmouth at 8.30am and drove to Southampton with the intention of doing the ‘Titanic Trail’ walk.
      We braved the solid rain for a few memorials etc. but it was pretty unpleasant and I could see by glancing across at the lady in the bright jacket beside me that I was creating a titanic problem for myself if we continued with the rest of the sites on my list.

      The clincher was when we we were trying to get to the exact spot where the Titanic launched (Dock 4) and got caught in the middle of a traffic jam of thousands of people disgorging from a massive cruise boat that had recently berthed at this exact spot.

      It was said that Helen of Troy’s face could launch 1000 ships, but the look I was getting from the passenger seat was about to sink mine - so we bailed for the warmth and cover of the Titanic museum in downtown Southampton. This was interesting and sobering as we toured the exhibits which particularly focussed on how devastating the tragedy was for the families of Southampton - almost all of whom lost relatives who were crew members onboard the fateful ship.

      After we had warmed up and reenergised with coffee in the the cafe at the museum I sensed that things were generally returning to a more even keel. It was still bucketing down outside and we were loitering near the entrance hoping for the rain to abate a little. We got chatting to the staff there who asked about where we were from and where we were headed - the usual stuff.
      ‘So where are you heading to now?’
      ‘We’re driving to St Austell in Cornwall’
      ‘But that’s 3.5 hours away - you’re not driving that far in ONE day are you?
      The gentleman was a little familiar with Australia and then added ‘Ah, but you Australians are crazy - you’d probably drive from Sydney to Adelaide in one day’
      The poor Southampton man was already concerned and disbelieving, so we didn’t enlighten him that we have done exactly that, and now that the rain has eased slightly we bid them farewell and started driving west into the foggy deluge.

      The little Fiat handled the conditions surprisingly well, although I kept reaching for the wiper control hoping I would find an extra switch position beyond ‘high’ for the wiper speed. The intermittent airconditioning also meant that sometimes it was hard to distinguish the fog inside the car from the fog outside.

      After an hour or two of this, just about when we were north of Torquay (yes, THAT Torquay) conditions started to improve. The road in front reappeared, as did lush rolling hills and farmland interspersed with gorgeous little towns with houses clinging closely to the edges of the road.

      Buoyed with the improvement in the weather, we stopped at Bodmin to get our first proper taste of Cornwall. We visited the Bodmin prison - which was an infamously notorious place but also was of interest because it had featured in the BBC series ‘Poldark’ which we both had enjoyed a few years ago. The jail was interesting and authentic, but perhaps even more interesting was the Bodmin Jail hotel right next door which is where most of the Poldark jail scenes had been shot. This magnificent hotel was part of the derelict jail before it was converted into luxury accommodation 2 years ago.
      Now you can pay good money (and lots of it) to stay in magnificently converted prison cells. The kind young lady on Reception who allowed us to inspect one of the rooms told us that so far the refurbishment has cost 70million GBP.

      We then continued on for the last part of our drive to our B & B for tonight at St Austell. By now the weather was beautiful so after checking in we headed straight off to Charlestown harbour area to have some dinner. The harbour is incredibly picturesque (it also featured in the harbour scenes in the Poldark series) and we enjoyed some authentic fish and chips while sitting comfortably soaking up the last of the day’s sunshine.
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    • Day 16

      English Summer

      June 25, 2017 in England ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

      A few weeks ago I was working back late one night when an English colleague asked me why I was still there. I explained that I wanted to get a few things done before I took off to enjoy the English summer. He smiled wryly and replied, "please make sure you tell me what day it was".

      I arrived last week at the height of the heatwave. The radio was issuing public health warnings and advising people to stay cool any way they could. Britain hadn't seen such a spike in hot weather since 1995 (which incidentally I was also here for). And the mercury last week topped 31 degrees, so I did what the locals would do and took a dip in one of the most famous rivers in the world, the mighty Thames.

      Spending the day on Thursday at Royal Ascot in the sun ensured I would come away with a sunburn that could only scream to anyone looking at it that "hey summer is here and I got out there in it". It was to be a carrot dangled so low you would believe it was going to be the great Summer of 17, but reality was about to hit. In the form of a gorgeous coastal national park.

      Exmoor is stunning. I saw it today but camping in England anytime of the year should come with a warning on the box. You can leave home with blue sky above and arrive one hour later to sideways rain. Now living in Melbourne does prepare you somewhat for changes in weather but mother nature UK division is a whole new level. Last night we camped in a beautiful spot surrounded by sheep. We got in around 4pm, set up camp and popped the cork on a lovely bottle of Italian Prosecco with Elderflower. How very English Summer. By 5pm, all three of us had applied every layer of clothing we had with us. You could say, no amount of layers could keep the chill away, but we were not to be defeated. We carried on with the bubbles with only the slight indication of discomfort in the conversation where we discussed whether we really thought it was Prosecco weather or not. After draining the bottle the vote was in. It was red wine or whiskey weather. And we would huddle around the Weber after the BBQ was done.

      Today I woke to the rain washing the Campervan. I looked out the back of the van to the field of sheep and one was standing defiantly against an incredibly strong wind. The sheep was losing and I thought I was about to see my very first sheep blow over or even my first natural sheer with fleece littering the campsite, but the sheep held firm and in the end mother nature gave up and turned on a reasonable day.

      We walked through a stunning gorge to arrive at a chocolate box looking village by the sea. The sky was blue and for a brief minute we could feel the warmth on our backs. We even managed to sit outside while we tucked into the great Devon institution, the cream tea. More about the jam and cream, cream and jam argument another time...

      I am in Cornwall now. A place where beaches and sunshine are the name of the game. The British take their summer holidays there and there is the stoic hope that each year is going to bring a great Summer. I will go to the beach, and I will eat fish and chips. But I will also take a jacket, maybe two. And I will be as determined as the next person to get a touch too much sun, just so it feels like Summer.

      It is too early to answer my colleagues question around what day the summer might be, but I sure hope I get a few more heatwaves while I am here.
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    St Austell, Austol, سنت آستل, USX, St. Austell, Сент-Остелл

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