Now above our bed is a skylight. At precisely 5.50am a couple of early birds decided to perform a song and dance routine for us – how kind. Oblivious to the fact that they had an invisible audience just three feet below, their routine started with a bit of a natter and light banter, then developed into an excited chatter while their feet padded up and down as if they were dancing on burning embers, to be followed by a lot of hyena like laughter (perhaps they did know we were below) until it culminated into a wierd sounding cacophony of siren like calls. (did you guess they were seagulls?) The sky above was steely grey, but the sleepy air below was as blue as saphire.
Still the upside of this was that our MOHO hadn’t shifted from its spot.
I have to sort out our MOHO satnav. It seems to think its last location was somewhere on the continent – probably because it was built and shipped from Italy. I heard somewhere that you’ll get a better destination fix if you enter latitude and longitude coordinates. Ha! So far it has always assumed we’re the other side of the channel and warns us that we need to take a ferry crossing, and be prepared for multiple tolls and gives us on average a choice of 19,000 plus routes to choose from!
With tom-tom on board, google maps on our phones, a road atlas of Great Britain plus written intructions in the club site book you’d have been forgiven for thinking that even Steveland Morris could have easily navigated to our next overnighter at Trewethett Farm site – with pitches enjoying spectacular views across to the nearest craggy headland.
We got to within 2 miles of the site, found ourselves confused and disorientated and considering whether it would simply be easier to phone the site, cancel and move on to our next stop.
We (me) can be extremely stubborn and 55 minutes later, the penny dropped, and we whooped with delight as the cliff top site sprang into view.
We could do 
with staying here a couple of days, but it’s not to be. However we relaxed (if that’s the right word), shook off our doubts and brought ourselves back to sanity by walking into Tintagel via the 2.5mile coastal path. Wonderfully refreshing, with a picture perfect delight around every turn.
Sleep came easily.
The Beastie looks magnificent!!and the moto is pretty good as well.
Glad you stayed at best site location ever. TINTAGEL. Stayed there many years ago and the view is still breath taking. Loving this blog and will follow you around France. Hope French lessons pay off !