18th April 2024

By: Mike

 

It’s the usual panic whenever we go by train. On the way to the bus stop, dragging our wheely cases when Chris says

“Have you got your Senior Rail Card”.

No I haven’t.  I rush back, but can’t find it anywhere.

Meanwhile both the Richmond buses have gone.  WE spend an agonising few minutes waiting for the next bus.  An R70 appears and gets us to Richmond in time for the Reading train.  With the rail card we paid £94 for two open returns to Par.  Fortunately, there is no ticket inspection on this train and the inspector on GWR doesn’t ask for the card either.

Our taxi driver (£18) at Par says it has pretty much rained every day since Christmas. We are just pleased that we decided not to come in March again.  The forecast is good, and the sun is shining.  We are optimistic. Our AirBnb is on something called Bull Hill in Fowey.  It doesn’t seem to exist on Google Maps.  Driver says he has it on satnav, but can’t get to it. He drops us and we trundle our bags down Lostwithiel Street and find Bull Hill, which is a footpath.

                                                      St Fimbarrus seen from The Net Store

The AirBnb is called The Net Store.  It is down then up very steep steps.  However, it is modern, well designed and there is a bottle of Prosecco and a pint of milk in the fridge plus the ingredients for making a cream tea – which we make use of.

Later, we wander out and find supper at Sam’s fish bistro – just a few steps away.  Bill £71.  I had gurnard, Chris had plaice.  Excellent and we booked for tomorrow.

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