Town with no pub-Part 2

So after lunch we headed to Cubert to watch football in a pub.

This required more walking, over fields;

Over more gates;

And yet more fields; and when we got to Cubert there was no pub. The last pub closed 3 weeks ago. So we caught the bus back to Newquay and watched it there; Doomette commented that she'd never been to a village in England that didn't have a pub. I guess there's a first time for everything.

A town with no pub

Football resumed on Friday and to get in the mood we took a 2 hour and 15 minute walk to Trebellan to visit the Smuggler's Den, a 13th Century pub. The journey started at high tide so we took the ferry across The Gannel River.

The trip was down lanes.

Over stiles.

Across fields

Over gates

Down more lanes

Across more gates

Until we reached our destination

Jamie Oliver

Thursday was another day without football so we journeyed to Watergate Bay for lunch at 'Fifteen'.

Miss Wigan and Doomette were very happy sitting at the front of the upper level of a double decker bus for the trip there

Watergate Bay is tiny but with the Jamie Oliver Restaurant now residing there the building of new complexes and the renovation of existing buildings is in full swing; and high end to boot.

We got to Watergate Bay early for our noon reservation so we stopped into the Watergate Bay Hotel for a pre lunch drink. It was all very posh but in an understated way and of course a great location right on the beach. Three bloody marys and a martini cost 28 pounds (about $42) so we were definitely paying for the view and ambience.

The food and the service at Fifteen were exceptional, as you would expect, and we left very satisfied customers.

All at sea

So Wednesday was a football free day and to while away the hours we went for a three hour tour on the SS Minnow. Was it only me that was a little concerned by this coincidence?

Anyone who knows me knows that I hate boats but felt fairly secure that a trip around Newquay Bay would be OK; how wrong can you be. Turns out Newquay Bay is about 30 miles long and stretches out for two miles; it also turns out that Gloom and Gloomette are not the greatest sailors either. Of course Doomette and Miss Wigan were loving it; the rougher it got the more they loved it.

Here we can see Miss Wigan taking particular delight in watching yours truly trying to stay upright while taking a photo.

We fished for mackerel on the first part of the trip, Gloom looking particularly nonchalant while using a hand line.

We stopped over a reef and fished with rods for a while and this is when the swell got to us.

I won't go into any graphic detail but we were happy when it was time to head back to harbour

We only caught two mackerel which we decided weren't enough for supper so we fed them to a particularly fat and happy seal

When we hit dry land all I wanted was a beer to reduce the queaziness but Miss Wigan tucked into a pitcher of Sangria.

When we got back to the house we decided to continue fishing and maybe have a fish supper; but we caught nothing, again. Luckily the Indian Take-Away was still open and we didn't go hungry

Today is also a football free day and we are off to Watergate Bay to Jamie Oliver's restaurant 'Fifteen'. Miss Wigan is hoping Mr Oliver will be there so she can have a perve.

Miss Wigan's triumphant arrival

So Miss Wigan arrived on Saturday; her flight to England and subsequent flight to Newquay were uneventful. She was immediately given a beer and a chair so she could watch football; which she did for a while before, not suprisingly, hitting the sack.

Sunday we went to the Treguth Inn for Sunday lunch again, bringing Miss Wigan along with us; it was another lovely stroll and lunch was well worth the effort.

The Treguth Inn was built in the 13th Century, here we all are waiting for the pub to open.

Of course Sunday was the England-Germany game and anxiety levels were through the roof.

Gloom and Gloomette dressed for the occasion. Sadly, as we all know by now, it didn't help.

Kieron left after the game and shortly thereafter it all became very hectic. It appeares some poor soul got into distress at Fistral Beach and search and rescue helecopters and zodiacs were everywhere looking for him. As you can see from the picture below the sea was pretty rough that day. His body is yet to be recovered.

The rest of the week has been fairly quiet, we've been fishing off the rocks around the house, walks into town for lunch and of course watching football.

There's a house in Newquay perched on a huge rock and it's pretty spectacular; it's up for sale right now for 1.2 Million Pounds. How many houses have their own suspenion bridge though.

We're off on a boat trip for the next couple of hours, I hope it's calm as I'm as bad in a boat as I am on the plane.

So our return journey from the Bowgie was uneventful, even the ferry boat ride with 5 of us jammed into a boat the size of couch passed without event

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We then settled down to watch the England - Slovenia game and even the calming breezes and more beer couldn't lower the anxiety levels. There was much pacing and cursing and ultimately much celebrating when the final whistle blew.

You may have noticed the 'lucky' red hat is no where to be seen. It stayed on the mantle for the duration of the game and that's likey where it will continue to reside until further notice.

Miss Wigan arrives today; we are filled with anticipation.

Two weeks in.

So we start our third week here at Lewinnick Cove House; the weather continues to be very kind which is really quite remarkable considering Wimbledon is on and it always rains at Wimbledon.


The pool has been put to good use, it's a bit precarious getting in and out but it's well worth the bother.











Here's Doom going for his early morning constitutional;

















Joined later by Kieron and as you can see from the look on his face the water is refreshingly cool; at least I think that's what he said.


















Recyling day came and went and after several phone calls to the local council the recycling bags were picked up. It's almost comforting to know that council workers all over the planet are cut from the same cloth. When the garbage was picked up the bin was tossed to one side and the lid no where to be found; just like home.







Here's Gloom standing guard over a weeks worth of recycling, you can be sure the bulk of the recycling consisted of empty water bottles, empty organic vegetable containers and cereal boxes.

























For our pre-game warm up on Wednesday; just to get in the mood for the England game, we all walked over the Gannel River to West Pentire to a pub recommended by Kieron called The Bowgie. Excellent views across Crantock Beach were the perfect relaxant to what we anticipated would be a very stressful afternoon. The three pints of Sharp's Doom Bar didn't hurt either.