One of the good points, balancing the awful weather and lack of cheap overnight camping opportunities, about motorhoming in Britain, is the abundance of dog friendly pubs for meals out. I have to admit that we have not really had to test dog friendliness in continental Europe, because, in the south at least, eating outside is always an option and nobody seems to have a problem with sitting outside their restaurant with a dog.

So last night we were, yet again, tempted by our local dog tolerating pub in the nearby village of Stokenham. Sarah and I got dressed up in our most presentable, least mud splattered, clothes and set off. We had only walked a few hundred yards when we met two couples coming in the opposite direction who asked us if we were going to the pub. When we answered in the affirmative they told us that they had just been and it was shut! Deflated we about faced and skulked back to Basil and improvised a quick meal, but it wasn’t the same.

Today the weather forecasters finally got it right. The morning was cool but dry and we, running out of walking routes, ambled down to Torcross. Sarah left me to spend ten minutes or so in the hide overlooking the nature reserve, but the only birds visible were ones I see nearly every day on our walks around our local lakes.

I rejoined Sarah and we prevaricated about whether or not to have fish and chips sitting on the chilly sea front. Eventually guilt won out and decided against. I persuaded Sarah to head back to Basil before 3pm which was when the BBC predicted heavy persistent rain. Sarah was not convinced given the poor performance of the weather forecasters recently but reluctantly agreed and sure enough at 2.50pm the heavens opened and it has not stopped raining since.

A mild diversion before the rain set in, was the arrival of a motorhome on site with two large German Shepherds (dogs that is, not their lederhosen clad, crook wielding, human equivalents). The owners have spent about one and a half hours erecting a high enclosure outside their motorhome door, presumably to ensure that the doggies can run free. If that was the price of motorhoming with Mabel and Melek I think Basil would find himself in the pages of Autotrader in double quick order!

We have spent a day too long on this site, but we are moving down the coast to Looe tomorrow so I hope there will be more photos and a slightly more interesting post.