The car survived a night of the ocean elements and pesky seagulls on the sea wall, so we were able to take a short drive of a couple of miles to a National Trust garden, on the hills overlooking the bay. They must have some good weather here – the sun has shone for the last couple of days and it has been quite warm. The garden grew all sorts of tropicals, gingers were everywhere as well as varieties of Australian trees, I could smell the eucalyptus, and a Wolomi pine was in pride of place in one space. I pinched some greens out of the walled vegetable garden for our lunch. I felt they wouldn’t be missed as the walled garden alone was over 4 acres. We had a cut lunch on a seat inside a big bush. A lovely meal in the restaurant of the B & B last night but greasy fish and chips tonight on the beach. As the girl in the shop was about to wrap our order, she asked, “How would you like your order arranged?” I requested that all of the chips be laid out neatly side by side, please. She said the seagulls were well behaved here but they knew better than to touch them We didn’t.
“The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson