"Do you fancy a bus ride to Newquay?", my wife asked.
"A bus! Why a bus for goodness sake?"
"It would make a change and would save on petrol. You moaned the other day that the price was going up and up."
I caved in and said "Okay, adding that the bus would no doubt be late."
But the bus wasn't late, it was exactly on time, plus it was spotlessly clean and the driver was smiling. So I couldn't really grumble.
I like to wander around harbours and quays, there's usually something of interest - especially boats of course.
So a few photos of boats and the harbour follow.
We then left the harbour ...
... and was soon on Towan Beach. I snapped yet another photo of Towan Island. Goodness knows how many pics I must have of the Island - but this was the first when arriving by bus!
The photo below shows the entrance to the harbour
We also wandered around the back of Towan Island - a lot of steps and a bridge.
Once off the bus in Newquay, we gravitated towards the harbour which dates back to 1875 - see my previous post : Newquay Harbour, Cornwall In 1875
I like to wander around harbours and quays, there's usually something of interest - especially boats of course.
So a few photos of boats and the harbour follow.
We then left the harbour ...
... and was soon on Towan Beach. I snapped yet another photo of Towan Island. Goodness knows how many pics I must have of the Island - but this was the first when arriving by bus!
The photo below shows the entrance to the harbour
We also wandered around the back of Towan Island - a lot of steps and a bridge.
When returning home by bus we must have got on the wrong one as it seemed to visit every out of the way village possible. No wonder we were mostly the only two people on the bus - and the seats were so uncomfortable but - well yes, it did make a change.
Moving on a few photos now from my garden. Not a lot of colour as yet.
The yellow azalea below always puts on a display year after year
I like these colourful geranium leaves
Finally looking upwards at the back of the garden - a twisted willow and some sort of Japanese tree which has never flowered.
Woops, nearly forgot this one. The flower always reminds my wife of her childhood in Germany where they were known as a Farmer's Rose.