

We are now in uncharted territory. We had an easy drive south, passing through small patches of rain and cooler temperatures. Hopefully the last we see of that. We left our trusty Mini in a fairly nondescript town called Bodmin and caught a bus at a cost of £3 each, as opposed to £52 Uber (ie $122 NZ). An hour on the bus with elevated views was quite good. We chatted to a guy at the bus stop who had been to NZ 4 times in the late 1950’s – he was in the Merchant Marines. Told us he’d been to many Ports including Timaru, Lyttelton, Napier and Auckland – they always got in touch with Nurses’ homes and set up dates for the 6 of them. Graeme suggested he might have a few spare kids in NZ. He shrugged his shoulder and said ‘maybe’! His wife smiled.
Padstow is very much a holiday county going by the number of people wandering around and many with dogs. Famous for Cornish pasties and Cornish Cream ice cream – needless to say we tried them both. Delicious.





Whilst eating our pastie a local warned us that the seagulls swoop and steal food from your hands. Seconds later it almost happened! The sound of its wings flapping in my ear were very close.

Padstow is named after St. Petroc who came here circa A.D 500. The old harbour has a variety of fishing and sail boats.



The day here sat at 19. Onwards and upwards we hope. ☀️ 🚲.





































































































































