Sampling the Delights of Devon.
A taste of Torquay and Plymouth.
16.08.2019 - 26.08.2019
After leaving Liverpool, we headed to Crewe for two nights. This time we stayed in a house with up and down stairs and a backyard. Our first day there the rain was torrential. A friend who lives in Cheadle Hulme came to spend the day with us and we decided to eat in a nearby restaurant called A Passage to India. Next day the sun had reappeared. Peter, his brother and a friend all went to watch Walsall lose to Crewe Alexandra while I sat in the backyard and wrote up my Liverpool blog with the sound of the football match in the background. That night I cooked - some vegetable content back in our life at last. We had been having too much pub food.
After the storm.
Football Ground.
Our Front Room.
Our Kitchen.
Our Bedroom.
Our Backyard.
Our Backyard.
Off to the match.
After Crewe we headed to Birmingham for the last part of our holiday. We checked into the Adagio Apart hotel, which I love as it has coin operated washing machines and dryers, cooking facilities in your room and, unless you ask for it and pay extra, no maid service, so you are left in total peace. Bliss! We spent our time eating, watching TV and shopping for the first couple of nights. On the Thursday we met up with three friends and drove to the Village of Knowle where we ate lunch in the Black Boy Pub, sitting on the banks of a lovely canal. The Black Boy is called after King Charles II as this was the nickname his mother gave him since his hair and eyes were very dark. The pub dates from 1793. On the way to Knowle we were driving along the road when a badger suddenly ran out in front of us. Fortunately, we didn't hit it. This was exciting for me because this was the first time in my life I have ever seen a badger.
The Black Boy Pub.
The Black Boy Pub.
The Black Boy Pub.
The Black Boy Pub.
The Black Boy Pub.
The Black Boy Pub.
Street Art, Birmingham.
Next day we took the train to Torquay where we would spend one night in a bed and breakfast called The Crown Lodge. The scenery when we reached Devon was lovely as we travelled along the coast for much of the way. The weather was also fantastic. No wonder this area is called the English Riviera.
We arrived at Torquay Station way too early to check in so we took a walk along the sea front. I suddenly realised there were people in swimming and since I love swimming and hadn't had a chance to swim since I left Hong Kong, I decided to join them. My swimming costume was in my rucksack but I didn't have a towel. I decided just to swim anyway and try and dry in the sun. To be honest it was pretty freezing getting in, but once in, it was lovely. Another good thing was we could swim off some stone steps rather than getting covered in sand. On a previous attempt to swim in the sea off the Isle of Arran I lasted less than five minutes. This time I swam for at least twenty and could happily have kept going.
Torquay Station.
Torquay Station.
Torquay Station.
Torquay Station.
Braving the waves.
Braving the waves.
On the Waterfront.
On the Waterfront.
On the Waterfront.
On the Waterfront.
On the Waterfront.
After swimming we walked further along the front then headed towards our B and B. It turned out to be rather a long walk from where we had ended up. It wouldn't have been too bad if we'd started straight from the station, and not only was our route long it also involved hills and lots of traffic on pavementless roads. Oh well, we got there in the end. When we walked straight into the centre later on we were surprised how close it really was.
Our Room.
After check in we walked back into town via the grounds of Torre Abbey. Torre Abbey was founded in 1196 as a monastery for Premonstratensian
or White Canons, an order of monks following the path of austerity and seclusion. The abbey is now a museum and art gallery.
Torre Abbey.
Torre Abbey.
Torre Abbey.
Torre Abbey.
Swan Gate.
Inspired by my earlier enjoyment of my swim and now armed with a towel, we took a second refreshing dip in the sea. The tide had gone out quite a bit and the water was much shallower than during my first swim. We emerged just as the sun was starting to go down and quickly dried and dressed before it got too cold. We then walked along the seafront towards the English Riviera Wheel, pier and harbour. I just read that the wheel has now been dismantled for the summer season and will be sent to Riyadh for a festival there. Behind the wheel lies the Winter Garden, the marina and the centre of Torquay. We only really had time to look at the pier. Time was waring on and we needed something to eat As we walked along looking for restaurants the sun was starting to paint the sky orange.
Back to the beach.
Peter's turn to be fearless.
Peter's turn to be fearless.
Along the front.
Sand Art.
Along the front.
On the pier.
On the pier.
On the pier.
On the pier.
On the pier.
The English Riviera Wheel.
Sunset.
Sunset.
We decided we'd stop in an outdoor restaurant called the Seabank Cafe that advertised fish and chips. It was licensed so we could enjoy beer and cider with it. I had fish and chips, the batter was very light and crisp. Peter had steak and kidney pie. It was close to the restaurant's closing time when we arrived so we just made it. It stopped serving at 8pm. After the meal we walked home. Some areas along the front were nicely lit up as was Torre Abbey.
Food.
Food.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Torquay by night.
Torquay by night.
Next day we took a train from Torre Station to Newton Abbot, then changed to a very crowded train to Plymouth. On arrival we met up with Peter's brother, a fellow football fanatic, and went for a drink in a bar in the students' area right next to Plymouth University. The bar was called James Street Vaults. It had a good selection of beer, a pool table, a special offer on pizza and a pint, free wifi and friendly service.
James Street Vaults.
James Street Vaults.
After the drink Peter and Richard headed to the football ground while I headed along Armada Way to sample the sights of Plymouth. Plymouth seemed to be having an Elmer the Elephant Festival and there were lots of little elephant models everywhere.
Elmer.
Elmer.
Elmer.
Elmer.
Elmer.
The first building of interest I came across was Plymouth Guild Hall. This building was designed by Norman and Hine of Plymouth and was built between 1870 and 1874. It was bombed during the Plymouth Blitz in the Second World War. It was rebuilt between 1951 and 1959. I did not go inside the building. I loved the statues of craftsmen adorning the building's walls.
Guild Hall.
Guild Hall.
Guild Hall.
Guild Hall.
Guild Hall.
Behind the Guild Hall there was an attractive looking church so I went to take a look. It was called The Minster Church of St Andrew and dated from the mid to late fifteenth century. Outside it there was a lovely statue of Andrew, the fisherman, casting his nets across the waters.
The Minster Church of St Andrew.
Next I returned to Armada Way and continued on to Plymouth Hoe. Plymouth Hoe is a large grassy, statue-filled park situated on the edge of cliffs with beautiful views over Plymouth Sound and Drake's Island. The name Plymouth Hoe comes from the Anglo-Saxon word for a sloping ridge. Plymouth Hoe is where Sir Francis Drake finished his famous game of bowls in 1588 before fighting the Spanish Armada. Next to the Hoe stands a massive stone fortress - the Royal Citadel. There are several landmarks on the Hoe. One of these is a lighthouse called Smeaton's Tower. It is possible to climb up this for views. Close to the water there's the wonderful Tinside Pool, a recently restored lido dating from the 1930s. The Hoe also has a statue of Sir Francis Drake by Joseph Boehm which was placed here in 1884. There are also several war memorials on the Hoe. The biggest one commemorates those in the Royal Navy who died in the world wars. It was created by Robert Lorimer in 1924. Another memorial is the Armada Memorial which was built in 1888 to celebrate the defeat of the Spanish Armada. The memorial is made of granite and has a statue of Britannia on top. I also found a weird statue called Beatle bums which shows where the Beatles once sat and posed for a picture on the Hoe.
Views.
Views.
Views.
Views.
Smeaton's Tower.
Britannia.
War Memorials.
Lido.
Views.
Views.
Views.
Views.
Views.
Citadel.
Citadel.
Citadel.
Memorial.
Memorial.
Memorial.
Smeaton's Tower.
Memorial.
Memorial.
Beatle Bums.
The Memorial.
After exploring the Hoe. I walked along the front of the citadel and round to the Barbican area. The Barbican is the western and northern side of Sutton Harbour, which is Plymouth's original harbour. This area came through the Plymouth Blitz with relatively little destruction, so still contains cobbled streets and historical buildings. Nowadays it is also home to Plymouth aquarium, many restaurants and bars and a distillery which makes Plymouth gin. When the pilgrims set sail for a new life in the Americas, they boarded the Mayflower from this area.
The Barbican.
The Barbican.
The Barbican.
The Barbican.
The Barbican.
After visiting the Barbican I made my way back towards the station. On route I passed a Scandinavian type church, which was the Unitarian Church, and noted the beautiful blue skies above me.
Unitarian Church.
Summer Sky.
Of course this holiday was not the luckiest and it ended like this. I met up with Peter at the station and I'd bought us a picnic for our direct train back to Birmingham. I was looking forward to enjoying a pleasant meal while watching the beautiful scenery pass by. We should have arrived back in Birmingham at 9:30 pm. Instead we found the train had been cancelled. No matter how we looked at it we could only get as far as Bristol and then we would be stuck. We asked for help from rail staff who told us: ' You can only get as far as Bristol and then you'll have to ask members of staff.' So we did not enjoy the journey; we worried throughout it and when we finally reached Bristol we were frazzled. Eventually we were placed on a replacement bus and arrived back in our hotel room at 1am. Shouldn't have mattered but we were flying next day. Fortunately we had a late check out so we could still have a long lie, a leisurely breakfast and pack. We flew back to Hong Kong from Manchester Airport. We consumed several beers and wines in the airport lounge and spent much of the flight asleep and that was the end of our summer holiday 2019.
Cheers.
Cheers.
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