I adore camping, I really do, but I also love waking up in a nice, comfy bed. It’s also fucking lovely having a lie in because you don’t have to set an alarm on account of the fact you’re not meant to have pitched a tent where you pitched it. Being clean is also a happy bonus. It just feels nice, doesn’t it? I would think that anyone within nostril range would concur.
We fully intended to do something Torquayish today but to be fair we were both knackered. As much as being ragged around Torbay on a very fast boat sounded like a lot of fun, doing very little sounded infinitely better and would involve less tablets to keep my stomach contents in place. We suppressed the relentless tourists within and settled for a stroll around the harbour.
We sat down at Vaughans Bar in the sun to toast our flesh under the fiery skyball and had a cuppa because it wasn’t midday yet. Then we figured fuck it, we’re on holiday, and it’s very important to stay hydrated when sitting in the sun. We had a pre-midday pint. Less than a fiver for a pint here too! One of the good things about living in Brighton is that everything is so fucking expensive, when you go somewhere else you feel like you’re getting a proper bargain. I was charged twice for tea once and didn’t even blink as I tapped my card because it seemed like a reasonable price to me.
Anyway. I’d been craving fish and chips for a while now but not the posh ones you get around the harbour full of washed people on their holidays. I live by the sea, I can get that shit any time. There was a chippy up by our guesthouse so we popped in there for proper fish and chips. Like, if you had to anthropomorphise the chips they’d be wearing a string vest and drinking a Special Brew and shouting LAAAARRRRRDDDDD!!!
Nothing else to report today. We shovelled our food into our chops like we were raised by wolves before slowly slipping into a food coma on the sofa in the lounge, binge watching shit American crime drama.
Torquay, Devon, England
Stayed at: Atlantis, Torquay