Day 5 – onwards and upwards . . .

We are now feeling like seasoned MOHOs.

There has been one curious side effect of travelling around Cornwall and now into Devon however.

And that’s that we now unwittingly converse to one another in super stylised accents that would convince even the likes of Josh Widdicombe that we were “locals” born and bred. (even if he wasn’t) Having been to France a few times, we have on occasion been subject to one or two spontaneous French lessons on the best way to pronounce certain words. And so it is down here. They have different rules about which is the best syllables to place the accents on and they don’t mind telling you. Tintagel being a typical example. They like you to pronounce it the way they do. So it’s not pronounced “TIntagel” but “TintAgel”. Comprends? So we now speak posh with a yokel slant – or rather slarnt. It is particularly effective with certain swear words.

Four nights on fully equipped sites to get us “broken in” to life on the road and now we’re enjoying a torrential downpour on the most amazing farm site just a hop, skip and jump west of Banwell, about 10 miles from Cheddar. We ate dinner while our eyes feasted on the stunning view over a very pituresque water scene.

On arrival, we’d stretched our legs with a short investigative walk into the village and on the way back been treated to a glimpse into the early life of eleven ducklings as they were being safely ushered  along by their guardian parents – dad up front leading the way, mum behind keeping a look out.