|Route||Newquay – Gorran, UK|
|Overnight stop||Tregarton Park|
|Overnight Costs||£13.50 |
(super pitch, good mobile signal)
|Diesel / litre||£1.279 (Morrisons)|
It was our final day in Newquay and we were off to meet up with friends, Beth & Lee, on the other side of the Cornwall peninsular in a campsite near a village called Gorran near Mevagissey. As Beth is recovering from surgery, I had offered to cook for the week that we were together – happy days – this is what I like to do best. And blogging. And eating. And reading.
Have I mentioned that the roads in Cornwall are extremely narrow in places? OMG, they are really narrow!!! Kaya is 2.4m wide and I reckon that some of the roads are only about 2.45m wide…. I swear!
As we approached Gorran, Google Maps directed us up a road that looked suspiciously like it was going to peter out. But after a quick discussion, we decided to try it anyway as using Google Maps has served us well over the passed 2 years. Not much further up that same road, and to our relief, a tractor towing a massive trailer turned ahead of us ….. and we knew we were going to be ok as long as we followed him. It was full of cow shit. We were relieved …..in a way……
It was a rather tense drive for the gorgeous Mr T, but we made it safely to the campsite sans cow shit, thank goodness!
Arriving at Tregarton Park is a bit like arriving into your own episode of Fawlty Towers. Picture this, dear reader. The sun is beaming from a clear blue sky, the campsite is about half full but when we arrive at reception, it’s all locked up and doors firmly closed. We dare to ring the doorbell. An old man sticks his head out the window, and it goes through my head that he’s really just missing a dwarf hat.
“What?” he barks.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask “Are you Grumpy?”. But sensibly what comes out is “Is there someone we can speak to about camping please?”
“I’ll get someone” *Grumpy slams window shut*
Well, that’s us told!!! Typical of Cornish hospitality? Maybe the end of season blues here too and they’re tired of tourists just like in Newquay? We really have experienced some ups and downs in the service industry here in Cornwall, dear reader.
While we are waiting around for someone to help us, we notice that the campsite is really quite lovely – well laid out and clean with beautiful gardens and lawns. Finally, after 15 minutes of hanging about, someone arrives to help us. No-one is in much of a hurry…….
And we set Kaya up under a beautiful tall tree, our very own piece of faux grass crunching beneath our feet.
As it a fully serviced pitch, we can drain our grey waste water directly in to the supplied drain. Not so. If the collective noun for a group of pitches is a litter, we have the runt! As it turns out, the drain is on the wrong side of the pitch and we don’t have a long enough drain pipe to reach it. The gorgeous Mr T goes up to find the bloke at reception. Wash, rinse and repeat…… No, they can’t move us as they’re full. Full? With half of the pitches empty?
Turns out we make a rather savvy team, the gorgeous Mr T and I. With a bit of re-parking of Kaya and a bit of giggery pokery by the gorgeous Mr T, some duck tape (If it moves and it shouldn’t, use duck tape. If it should move and it doesn’t, use WD-40. If it can’t be fixed with duct tape and a shot of vodka than it’s not worth fixing) and an extra piece of pipe lying around in Kaya’s garage (we’ve learnt never to throw anything away), and we can reach the drain. *fist pump*
An hour later Beth and Lee arrive and while the boys are putting their trailer tent up, I’m off to make lunch for us. Smoked salmon, lemon & dill cream cheese and nasturtium leaf sandwiches on granary and some crisps to snack. Again, I hear you cry? Yes! One can never have too much of a good thing!!!
A little later we settle in for an obligatory afternoon nap. You will notice that these are now making a very regular appearance!
As the sun starts to set, Beth & Lee come round to ours for supper.
Tonight’s menu, rotisserie chicken, Beth & Lee’s sauces from Wings in Edinburgh (which Beth won in a competition to name their new hot sauce) and with some roasted butternut and fried potatoes, really good. By now the fried potatoes, the frying pan now on the fire, were crispy and golden and just ready for a last blast of heat when I took my eye off them for 1 second (okay, maybe a minute…or 2) whilst I carved the chicken, and by the time I remembered them, some were most definitely “caramelised” with a very deep mahogany colour. But with a bit of hot sauce, totally edible (I think!) . Well, that’s what they told me.
Sitting around after supper, wrapped up warm against the rapidly cooling night, chewing the fat and sipping on Irish Coffees. Reason to travel #8
But as we were sitting around chewing the fat and as it got progressively darker, we noticed mysterious lights beginning to appear around us. Tall poles with LED lights shooting into the sky, crazy colours pulsating away to an invisible beat, kaleidoscopes of spots and swirls leaping against canvas, solar trees and flowers blooming variegated pinks, blues and yellows against a backdrop of fairy lights, brilliant white snow drops and flickering gnomes.
Blackpool Illuminations or as Beth named them Staly Vegas? No, just our neighbour gone a little bonkers on decorating his motorhome and awning. An amazing sight to see. Reason to travel #9