From there we drove down to Plymouth to see my cousin Anton, and enjoyed a very pleasant evening there with a curry followed by a drink in the nearby Irish bar. We took note of the various cultural artefacts on display, that we might replicate these in Brazil (mercifully there weren’t too many leprechauns or shamrocks etc), and Naice reckons she has a good idea of how it’s all going to look.
Next day Anton took us to see an old (1899) sailing barge (photo), called Shamrock, after which we have decided to name our own somewhat smaller version in brazil. After this we were off again, up the A38 to Bristol, thence to Chepstow, on to Gloucester and Stratford-upon-Avon and back to Scunthorpe. We were suitably impressed by the Clifton Suspension bridge, the Tamar bridge, the Severn Bridge, Chepstow Castle (well worth a visit) and Stratford’s half-timbered houses.
Once back in sunny Scunny, and after a good night’s sleep, we were treated to a wonderful meal in the company of the now-long-suffering Dawn and Garry, and today Garry managed a great barbeque to round it all off. I’m sure they’ll be glad to see the back of us tomorrow, but we’ll miss you!
We leave at 12:00 to drive to Heathrow, drop the car off and get to the bag drop off point (we managed to check-in online and get decent seats (for scum-class, anyway). I will as usual be asking for a free upgrade when I get there, but on the basis that the usual response goes something like “ha ha- if only I had a pound for every time someone asks…” etc., I’m not hopeful. I hear about people who know people who do this successfully, but now that I think of it I’ve never spoken to anyone who has personally succeeded in the endeavour. Perhaps it’s a myth.
Anyway, this will be our final post until we get to Brazil, so thanks again to everyone and talk soon.