Freshly washed Salamanca

[I’m a couple of days late posting this blog as sometimes 5 gig of data per month is simply not enough – I’ve now upgraded my phone contract with loads of extra data allowance. Sorry for the delay.]

After a night of very heavy rain during which the quadruped did manage to convince the biped that both their night’s unrest due to RoR (Rain on Roof) would be improved  by snuggling, LWD got out of her usual forced march today as the bus company does not accept quadrupeds in their vehicles. LWD does not accept that she’s a quadruped but was unable to convince any biped to agree with her. I travelled, unaccompanied, in bright sunshine on the bus into a freshly washed Salamanca.

I don’t know about you regular reader, but I’m in danger of becoming historic centred out – after the next couple of towns I may have to slightly alter the running order of this trip to refresh my eyes with some rural visits. But here are some of todays historic centre buildings …

Salamanca

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Before the storm …

I went on another bus ride. This time the route was the 300 between Landsend and St Ives. Another scenic route, this time not only deemed suitable for a double decker but either a vintage or an open top one. Thursday it was the open top bus, which was fine, until the journey home. The impending storm lowered the temperature somewhat; my shorts and strappy T shirt proved inadequate to the task of keeping me warm and I had to take refuge on the lower deck.

The route just as spectacular, the roads just as narrow and twisty but this time I was prepared, camera at the ready.

from the upper deck 

One camerawoman was hurt in the making of these images (thwacked on the arm a couple of times by passing branches).

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556 ….

 

is the bus route between Newquay and Padstow. It turns out the route taken is rather longer than the 13 miles advertised on the signposts. The bus meanders rural lanes through villages with evocative Cornish names such as Trevarrian, Mawgan Porth, Trenance and Porthcothian, sometimes these lanes are more than single track, frequently they are less than one as the sound of vegetation slapping both sides of the bus attests. Suffice to say frequent reversing to a passing space (once to allow an oncoming bicycle through) explains why the buses are always late. Twice on reaching villages the bus turns around and exits back the way it came, this is allowed for on the timetable which declares the journey to take one hour.

Not all buses on this route are modern and the one to Padstow this morning was a vehicle of uncertain years and noisy transmission. There being no bell pushes, passengers shouted to the driver on the approach to their preferred stop. The plush upholstered seats were an improvement on the usual plastic, although I couldn’t quite work out why the same material covered the central part of the ceiling.

Before I am accused of whinging, moaning and complaining I must say this is one of the most enjoyable bus trips I’ve ever taken. With spectacular views over the sea and coastline, winding down (and up) steep roads giving peeps of hidden coves with sandy beaches, passing gorgeous granite cottages and their neat cottage gardens and fields full of sheep, the hour and twenty minutes it took was not long enough.

Newquay and Watergate bay

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