This morning we woke before 4am (without an alarm) in eagerness to head off on holiday. We left the house around 6.20am and headed west via the A414 to Hatfield, where we got on the A1(M) that took the M25. We headed anti-clockwise until we reached the M4 and then headed west again. We of course stopped several times along the way for the usual pee break and to fill up with coffee and Coca-Cola. But I was good. I kept the speed down to around 60 mph, even on the motorway. Just before Bristol we took the M5 exit and headed southwest towards Devon. Still everything was fine. That was until I noticed the exhaust warning sign on the dashboard and started worrying about the temperature gauge. Thankfully the temperature anxiety was just me worrying for nothing. Sadly the exhaust light did not go off, so now we have a car repair to fork out for. We stopped at a Little Chef and picked up what was supposed to be a southern fried chicken bap. Sadly the only thing that was authentic was the bap. For the rest of the journey Dawn's stomach felt queasy. Thankfully again she was okay despite the tummy grumbling.
We finally arrived in Hayle (I forgot to mention it rained off an and on for the whole trip) around 3pm. Not bad for 330 miles at the speed I was going. We stopped off at the Co-op for some groceries before heading to the chalet on the Riviera Towans. The drive through Phillack was just as I remembered it. It hadn't changed one bit since I first went to Hayle over 40 years ago.
The rest of the day was spent at The Old Haven chalet unpacking, looking out the patio windows to St Ives, eating, watching television, reading and drinking tea. Dawn of course had a celebratory glass of wine.
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