(I swear I’ve made an entry on visiting Saltram House before but I can’t find it? Does anyone remember it? Am I going MAD?!)

The day started off with me & Myke in town. I was planning on getting an orbital done on my left ear, to mirror the one in my right. I also planned to get myself a camera bag for my new camera.

Neither of these things happened.

Tribal Voice (where I get pierced) was closed down a few weeks ago, due to flooding. It appears that the damage was too much and they’ve chosen to move to a new location. It’s not finished being ‘done up’, so I couldn’t get pierced. Disappointed.

I can find bags to fit my camera but…they’re fugly. And I don’t like fugly. So no camera bag either.

Basically, Myke and I ended up walking up and down town a few times, before he left me to go to work and I left him to meet Matt.

I meet Matt, we go to his car and he drives us off to Saltram House; to have another wander through the grounds and to try and find that elusive Saltram Beach!

We wander ’round. I have my old digital camera out but my new one’s in my bag. I want to use my new one but it doesn’t have a case – it’ll get dirty! Matt convinces me to use my new camera anyway because other people are walking around, using their cameras without a case!

We carry on. I take pictures of random things I found interesting.

We find the beach and it’s sorely disappointing; there’s loads of rubbish around and the sand and water look dirty.

We carry on walking and eventually, there’s nothing else to do. Off we go to the restaurant, to use their toilet facilities and to get ourselves some ice cream, since it was really hot!

Matt said his toilet and sink were really low down; he had to stoop to use the sink and didn’t bother with the hand dryer at all. My toilet, on the other hand, was too high; I had to go on my tip-toes just to get high enough to SIT on the seat. The sink & hand dryer were both at the perfect height for me, though.

We buy these little tubs of chocolate ice cream and make our way out to the benches. To, you know. Sit and eat. As we’re consuming the yummy ice cream, an old lady comes and sits with us and starts talking. About random things. And she’d swing from one topic to another and back again. Both of us just wanted to go but didn’t have the heart to just up and leave and we didn’t really want to leave her on her own.
Eventually, her family comes back and off we go, back to the car.

As we’re heading back to the main part of Plymouth, Matt decided to take a detour. We get lost along loads of tiny country roads and finally end up in Brixton.
At some point, we decide to find Wembury beach.

We never found Wembury beach. We got lost a couple of times and found ourselves on private property more than once.

Eventually, we find what we think is a short pathway to the beach! Matt parks. As I’m getting out of his car, the door swings wide open and hits the car next to us. I scream. Matt panics and runs around to my side. Oh God – big scratch! Matt’s car is fine, the other car isn’t!
Matt rubs the scratch and it … goes away? Oh! It’s just dust!

We make our way down the path to the beach…
Takes FOREVER to get there and when we finally did, no sand. It’s a rock beach.
We walk around, I take loads of photos. We’re actually behind the breakwater, where I’ve never been and we can see Plymouth!

Eventually, we decide to go back to the car. Matt needed to be home at six-ish and it’s half six. Oops! He tries to phone home but there’s no signal.

We make it back to Plymouth and back to my house, where he drops me off.

I go inside and I’m glowing. Literally; I’m sun burnt! And I was covered up all day!

Yesterday was awesome! The best of the photos I took can be found on my Flickr account^{^}.