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The journey from Exeter to Crantock takes about 90 minutes. On reflection we wondered why we didn’t go straight there and forgo our nights stay in Exeter.. On the way we stopped in at Okehampton to buy some breakfast bits at Waitrose.
The instructions for our BnB said access to the apartment began at 3 pm but you couldn’t park until 4 pm. In order to drive to the place called Little Seacroft you had to pass through a car park. On a sunny day there is always a queue to the car park because it’s the closest place to the beach. We turned up at 1 pm and ended up overtaking all the people waiting to enter the car park, passing through the park and arriving at our apartment.
We thought the cleaners might have already cleaned the place by 1 pm but the flat was a mess so we left the car behind and contacted Vikki so we could meet up. Vikki and Ava met us in the middle of Crantock and guided us to her holiday accommodation.
Meet up with Vikki, Ava and Martin
We had a cup of tea and then wandered down to the pub. I had a bowl of broccoli soup while the others indulged in chips and various assortments. While we ate a two piece began playing 19880s hits on synths very competently which kept the pub busy and the customers singing along.
From here we made our way back to our cleaned accommodation. We sorted ourselves out and then met up with Vikki, Martin and Ava for a trip to the beach for a barbecue. We had to walk against the tide of people leaving the beach and making there way back home.
Evening on the beach
I tried the water but decided it too cold for my taste and so after paddling for a few minutes returned to our barbecue spot. We waited for the tide to turn as the RNLI predicted a very high tide and we didn’t want to start the cooking and then have to move a hot barbecue because of the rising water.
In the end we didn’t need to worry and Martin started his portable gas barbecue. He had trouble lighting it but eventually managed to get it going. However after awhile it stopped producing enough heat to cook the food. Vikki very smartly walked over to a nearby family and asked if we could use up the remains of their portable barbecue and they kindly agreed.
Our food finally cooked, but Martin was very dismayed because his equipment hadn’t functioned as expected. I think he continued to be grouchy about it well into the next day. No compliments about the food really helped.
That night I had bad indigestion from the fatty contents of the food and slept on the sofa more most of the night.