Tintagel

Looking at yesterday's blog this morning we noticed the photograph of Marge made her look like she was in a compound in a country you wouldn't want to visit, not in the centre of a picturesque resort in north Devon. O.K. Marge let's find you somewhere nicer for tonight's photo shoot. Ready to explore more of the area we set off bidding farewell to our overnight neighbours one of which was a lady travelling with her dog as her companion. In the last two days we have seen four women on their own in vans, and why not? On one of the vans a sticker read ' the adventure starts here'. We couldn't agree more.

Today's drive took us along the Atlantic Highway. Our destination Tintagel. The weather was an improving picture with clouds like pleats punctuating a blue sky. The views expansive both coastal and country.

Arriving in Tintagel at lunchtime there was only one option for lunch, even for the dieters amongst us. It had to be pasties. One vegetable and one steak.

We knew they'd be good from their weight and because we'd eaten pasties from Pengenna Pasties before, when we visited Tintagel whilst on our honeymoon twenty-two years ago.

We decided to walk down to the beach to eat them. The path down is quite steep and for those not wanting to walk it English Heritage provide a fleet of land rovers (for a small charge) to ferry people up and down. It amused us to see you could either take a ride to just above the beach, or just half way down to the ice cream van, a journey that our friend Trudy would say was her kind of trip!

We could see coasteerers jumping from the cliffs into the sea, quite a spectacle.

Pasties eaten we set off along the cliff path above the beach where not far along Angela slipped and fell catching her arm. Feeling shaken nauseous and light headed we sat for a while, Angela head between knees expecting the return of her pasty. John noticed it could have been worse, we were precariously close to the edge. No need for a helicopter this time thankfully.

Angela feeling a little recovered, we carefully retraced our steps and headed down the steps to the beach having to negotiate some slippery rocks at the bottom. We don't learn do we! We walked into the nearby cave, the roar of the breaking waves bouncing off the rocks, then we sat for a while in the shade as Angela felt a little unwell, and watched the water of the incoming tide flash over the stones.

Then the ascent back, scrambling once again over the rocks and up the steps. Angela's wound despite being covered in antiseptic cream was still bleeding so we sought assistance at the English Heritage ticket office where a first aider was summoned.

Today has been a little eventful, but despite this we have enjoyed our time travelling along the north coast of Somerset, Devon and Cornwall with its striking rock formations and dramatic scenery.

Tonight, Marge is nestled on the edge of a small field just of Tintagel high street along with many other vans, and the cost £8.00 for twenty-four hours parking, the same as last night, for which there is no comparison.

Here she has country views and even a glimpse of the sea.

Tomorrow the weather looks to change, but we'll just go with it. Every step of a journey is an adventure, every day an introduction to new people and new sights. Bring it on!