Sunday 6th November 2016    Lazy Sunday morning.

We were somewhat late waking at 0800hrs. But then again we had nothing to get up for.

Peering out of the window the sun was once again streaming down. A gentle breeze was blowing the fallen leaves across the grass. Down in the corner away from us a "couple" of somewhat indescribable sex were packing away their caravan for the end of the season. I put on the kettle for some coffee whilst Jackie woke. Last night we had slept in our down sleeping bags, on the double mattress and were decidedly more comfortable. Neither one or the other was hogging the faux fur throw.


I made "Eggs Langstone" A toasted muffin with poached egg, ham, cheese sliced tomato and a fine layer of grated cheese. This was followed by fresh yogurt and blueberries with a drizzle of Westcountry honey all washed down with a mug of hot coffee. After breakfast we sat and read our books or added a few more items to a "Camper needed list" that was growing longer by the day.

Doesn't this look idyllic.

Cheesey grin.

Inside a Pod.

 

 

By late morning we thought we ought to be making a move so started to pack away. Strange really. In a motorhome you assume that everything is already packed away but not only is there the reverse procedure of setting up but pots, pans, grill trays, bottle, glasses all need to be secured and have their anti rattle coating placed on them. That's tea towels etc to you and I. We both felt that having enjoyed our stay here so much we wanted to thank Jamie personally and so set off to find him. There he was on the far side of the park Hoovering out one of the "Pods". My request to look inside was greeted with a laugh. "There's not much to see." "Where's the bed?" I asked. "There isn't one" he replied "you bring your own mattress and sleeping bag and for that pleasure we will charge you between £45-£75." I couldn't bring myself to ask whether that was per night or week. True they had electricity and a water tap out side with provision for a BBQ but still! We thanked him for his hospitality. Why? I wondered we had paid him.

 We took our leave, strolled around the old Manor house lounge and bar, snapped a few more photos and were off  headed towards Princetown. Another glorious day.

Manor House Bar and Terrace.

One of those Deben Pixies.



Driving out of the Camp site.

 

 

 



We hit one of those dreaded traffic holdups.

Princetown Mast ahead.



We made our way back to Plymouth via Princetown. I pulled onto Harrowbeer aerodrome and switched off the engine. "Are we getting an ice cream?" asked Jackie. "No you're getting into the driving seat for the remainder of the drive home." I said. "OK. No problem." she replied and off we set. Not exactly into the sunset.
Not yet at least.