We carried on up the Cornwall coast to Port Isaac home of Doc Martin. A picturesque bay but once again my ill adjusted camera isn't doing justice to the photos.
As with all these tourist "traps" it's a pay to park and walk to the scene..
Each day on the coast the weather was hot and the sea dead flat. Just a typical English summer day..
The tide was out and so were several fishing boats with only bouy's left to mark the spot..
There were walking tours to show the places of Doc Martin interest at 10 quid but we used forensics to work it out ourself... If theirs 50 people outside a house taking photos who lived there???...
A Port Isaac village street and yes there were 4x4 vehicles etc, driving amongst the tourists...
Looking across the bay and the Doc,s house is 4th from the right..
Looking to the town centre and boat ramp..
After the tourists had left there were still two patients in line waiting for their medical appointment with the Doc...
A stream in the village flowed under the buildings....
And down the side of the narrow street....
The ques and mini traffic jams for parkes is depressing so I used some Kiwi Enginuity, my words, and parked on an unmarked plot of dirt in line with all the other parks and causeing no obstruction...
When we returned to the car...
There was a 100 quid parking ticket on the screen... for parking in an unallocated parking bay...
And this is where the "Penis Head" allocating the tickets parked...
On the drive in road obstructing the traffic.... He was 100 metres away dishing out more tickets....DDOOOHHHH...
Next stop was Tintagel, there's a castle there reputed to be the birth place of King Arthur. A nice village built away from the sea side. We had only a short stop to consume another pastie and walk the main drag...
The post office showing a bit of a sag... built in the 14th century...
Up the coast we travelled and were going to bed down for the night but pulled into the parking precinct for Clovelly. This amazing cliff clinging village is all privately owned by the farming family of Hamlyn's whos land has 6 miles of coastal frontage.
As it was after 6pm all the tourists had gone so we payed the 4 quid parking fee and were free to go down the 500 foot decent through the village to the harbour..
It was a good plan as there was no people to push past....
Half way down the main street... it's all cobble stoned.. see the sled parked, that's how the residents bring all there provisions down from the top they don't pull them up hill..
A lot of the cottages are rented to employees... money from tourism goes back into the community..
Stopping for a breather and they were going down hill..
two thirds down and the harbour wall, its foundation rocks slotted together, no mortar, in the 14th century... tides out... pity canals aren't tidal, would be easy for a spot of maintenance on the hull...
Down the bottom and one of two pubs. The other is in the row of houses about half way down...
We did sample a brew...
There's quite a rise and fall in the tide...
One lady resident is 82 yrs young and lived here all her life. She walks the hill twice a day...
A steep climb and not easy on the feet... flip flops not recommended...
Headed back to Oxford so Pam could catch the bus direct to Heathrow Saturday evening...
Last day of lock sharing... Thanks for sharing the last seven weeks, we hope you enjoyed the canal life... (PS remember who won the last card game??)... Cheers...
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