Friday15th October 2021

By: Mike

 We use our Freedom passes to get the 09.02 bus to Padstow, arriving via a circuitous route at 10.26.  We use the bus station toilets and head through the pretty town onto the SWCP, casting a last look back at Rock and regretting that we never used the ferry, which we see ploughing across the estuary.



The weather brightens and we enjoy a long, but easy day's walk to Treyarnon Bay, where we have a welcome cup of tea outside the youth hostel and wait for the taxi we have booked back to Newquay (£36).

The day's excitement does not end there - far from it.  Hardly have we got our boots off, than the hotel fire alarm goes off.  A test, obviously, we assume - but no.  It's a real fire in the roof, apparently.  We hurriedly get our kit on and join the other guests on the grass in front of the hotel.  We wait.  Fire engines appear from all directions. 



 It's obviously going to be a while before we are allowed back in - assuming the hotel doesn't burn down.  So we slope off to get some dinner.  Our taximan recommended  a fish tapas bar near the station, just called 'The Fish Bar'.  The tables are all booked but we perch on stools by the bar and are served an excellent meal.  The fire is put out and we are allowed back.  The manager sticks a not of apology under our door. 



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