Day Two – Somerset to Cornwall
After a monster breakfast, more chat and fond goodbyes, we skirted the edge of Taunton and rejoined the streams of like-minded souls on the the M5, heading towards the sunny South West. Not long after slipping across the county border into Cornwall, the inevitable happened and we rolled slowly to a halt behind a few thousand others queuing on the A30 to get to the far south of the county. It took all of two seconds to decide to cut across to the next exit and head across country and, having done so, we pottered in the direction of St Austell until the lure of a pub lunch. There is something particularly English about a pub lunch and the need we have to differentiate it from any other lunch. The phrase immediately conjures up old staples such as ploughman’s lunch (Cheddar, Stilton or Ham), steak & kidney pie (with Chips or New Potatoes) and scampi and chips (with garnish & lemon). However, these days, with pub chefs inspired by the likes of Jamie, Nigella and Gordon, one is more likely to find the menu sporting exotic fare like Thai green curry (with fragrant lemon grass rice), Japanese-style (sic) tempura and Cajun chicken gumbo. Being fairly adventutous home cooks ouserlves, we eschewed such fare and stuck to a variety of ‘…and chips’ dishes that filled us up nicely – though, I noted, at more than twice the cost of the previous day’s Little Chef binge. The remaining hours of the last leg of the journey consisted of fast stretches on open roads, interspersed with slow crawls through the towns en route before we, at last, turned down a narrow lane and started looking for our holiday home.
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with Palm T3 and SE T610