A bit of a theme has been emerging over the last couple of fortnights. I'm borrowing the homes of my friends while they are away. I will return the favours to my dear friends when I am able. This weekend Red Mel and I had planned a weekend getaway in my motorhome, Klaus the Knaus, but his electrics are still poorly. We wanted to cycle the Plym Valley Trail which heads off up from the city of Plymouth onto the moor towards the market town of Tavistock. There is a campground on the Northern edges of Plymouth where we were going to stay. Instead we've borrowed Salty Dog's house while she's away in Scotland. Our cycle along the trail was wonderful. Having a bike rack that I'm not frightened will fall off the back of the car is making a huge difference to the frequency I am getting out on two wheels.
Like many bike trails in the UK the Plym Valley trail is on the bed of an old railway track. Here's a monstrously long and very damp tunnel.
Yesterday we swapped tranquility for the hustle and bustle of an urban walk. There was lots of things to spy. Here's the door handle on an otherwise non descript building in town. There were tiny mosaics on its walls too.
There are reminders of Plymouth's historic past everywhere.
I'm not sure what this creature is. Fantastical though isn't it?
This innocuous looking landing spot are the steps from where the Mayflower set sail in 1620. Big commemorations are planning in two years time.
The steps must have been a place of mixed emotions. Much sorrow but joy too. The Tolpuddle Martyrs returned here after being exiled to Australia. It's enough to set a pinko leftie girl's heart going all of a flutter.
General hustle and bustle was to be had on the water as well as dry land. It's what you'd expect on a sunny Bank Holiday weekend.
Just after leaving the hoe there's a walkway with models of ships that have been based at Plymouth cemented to the wall.
Another reminder of the city's naval past.
A back view of the Royal Cornwall Hotel with its magnificent turret.
Outside the ferry port there's a wall of stars showing people who've sailed from there in the past. I've never noticed it before but that's because I'm usually manhandling a bloody great motorhome when I go past.
Our final destination was the Royal William Yard which used to be the victualling depot supplying the Royal Navy with food for their journeys. It's now a complex of apartments, shops, offices and restaurants. Beer was drunk there. It would have been rude not to!