So cycle tour complete we headed on down to (or maybe across to) Dartmouth for the night. Luckily the weather had broke, and the old current bun was shining. As I was wet and cycled out, Sian drove, so I enjoyed the passenger experience, with a big pork pie and a drink.
Driving down here takes AGES.. We only wanted to go a few miles, but it took rather a long time, but eventually we got to Townstals Farmhouse in Dartmouth, which would be our home for the night. Pleasant people, decent room, unfortunately not a great shower, but once refreshed we took the long walk down to the harbor. It was steep. I had cycled up some steep bits, but I think this may have been even steeper – but downhill, fine for now, but not something to look forward to on the way home.
Had a quick mooch about the front, and bought a paper and was surprised to see very little in the way of outside seating. The harbor side is splendid, but it seems a missed opportunity to not have tables outside, anywhere… So we headed on for a beer in the Crown Hotel, which was quite nice, and had the obligatory drunks at the bar – we were told of one place with a beer garden, only for the drunk to remind the bar man that it had shut some time back – whether they meant last night at closing I will never know.
Went for a little more of a stroll and tried a place we were thinking of food in – the Dolphin, which was a little “unclean” but served decently proceed drinks and we found a table to read from. After a couple in there we headed to yet another “oldest pub in xxx” which was small, and busy, and the toilets were on the top of a narrow windy staircase – Sian had a Vodka that was filled with Barcardi and Kate had some grub. Before we knew it it was supper time, so luckily just across the road was an Indian, so we dined with slightly too wet curry, a very nice server and a very annoying lad who luckily left before our mains.
Long walk back up the hill and crashed out, tired…
Nice place to visit, but not a lot there, and no drinking int he sun…