Day 3 again - 3 July

Already falling behind. I see I had day 3 but of course it was day 2. I looked at the date and it said the 3rd but was of course after midnight. So on day two I had got myself to the town on the river south of Torquay. So day 3. Left and headed south. Delightful countryside but a little windy as I went further south. Made Penzance, and what a delight. Stopped for a beer at a pub and yarned to a couple of locals. One was a music producer and had worked with Val Doonican at the BBC and was relating what a nice guy he was and that he had died. So I was directed down the coast where I came across the Mousehole and aptly named. It was tiny, narrow streets and one way traffic. Amazing that they still let cars through it really. And on to the Lands End after getting myself in some very narrow roadways where it was lie in the hedge to let the car pass sort of thing. Lands end was the end. Why would one go there I can not imagine. I am usually against going for the sake of saying "I have been there" and this was one of those. Fortunately I got waved through the 5 Pound fee because I kept riding in and out again and on the way North without stopping. Interesting ride up the coast. Small beautiful villages, and the beauty is in the stone construction and the tidiness of these laces, all well maintained, and probably no wonder. I left the southern hemisphere where the conversation was dominated by house prices. Well guess what, the same in England. Its all about housing and what the Government will do to help home buyers. When all the focus is on one form of investment surely there will be a reaction ? Same as Greece really. They did not get themselves into the hole they are in without a lot of help. Overspending and over borrowing, and probably a whole lot of under contributing. When expectation exceeds contribution the resulting shortfall will ultimately get demanded. So the ride up the Atlantic Coast was pretty good. Small coast villages, and I ended up at Padstow. I met goal one to have a night at Rick Steins. Whoever does his interiors does it without any input from the "Boss". Rick is casual homely and down to earth. He meets people like that and seems at home in that style. His Restaurants are the opposite. They are bloody expensive and I could not help thinking I would rather get fleeced in a woolshed with the wood the smells and the homely feel than milked in a stainless and concrete cowshed, which is what they felt like. ( I have been to two !) BUT the food was just delightful. Lovely enjoyable and worth the investment. So I went to bed early replete and still with a silly grin.