Today a weather window opens for the Mog to double overhead camshaft down the A38 to Cornwall. Getting the oil warmed up takes a few minutes climbing Telegraph Hill and we are away. Brunel's iconic bridge carries across the Tamar 40 minutes later and then onwards from Torpoint the A374 and A3274 lead out to the clifftops.
Near Rame Head the sporadic summer retreats of pre-war origin appear to slip down towards the sea. Crafthole and Downderry, Seaton, Millendreath and Looe were on the itinerary but Helen felt less enthusiastic so a second stab will soon be made another day.
A romantic at heart I sometimes wonder how a follower rather than a leader arrives at where he is. Realizing my limitations in the grey matter department, questioning where I am at; racing a dinghy or driving a Morgan.
Two people seeded those ideas. A sailor named Harry Fellows and my dear Daughter Sophia. It was he who spotted me enviously gazing at a dinghy on the beach and laid down the challenge - so I acquired one! It was Sophie who handed me the keys to a Morgan one wedding anniversary and the adventures began.
Two people seeded those ideas. A sailor named Harry Fellows and my dear Daughter Sophia. It was he who spotted me enviously gazing at a dinghy on the beach and laid down the challenge - so I acquired one! It was Sophie who handed me the keys to a Morgan one wedding anniversary and the adventures began.