From Portsmouth to Plymouth

Long night in the ferry, from St Peter Port to Portsmouth

You know you are in UK when at the information desk you are greeted by a smiling elderly lady who asks you: "How can I help you, luv?" :)))

In the middle of the New Forest, first stop in Lyndhurst. In the village, horses, donkeys and cows are wandering in total freedom, which something creates significant traffic jams

Then I am on my way to Corfe, with its lovely houses and its castle

The third stop is in Weymouth, one of the most popular sea resorts on the English Riviera. Don't ask me why I go to this kind of places when I am abroad, whereas I would never go there in France.
Let's call it the magic of holidays...

Exeter, with its incredible cathedral. I wished I could have stayed there longer, but I really start being exhausted, with a long day on the road today, following too few hours of sleep last night, and Plymouth is still a long way to go.

 

Buckland Abbey: the house of Sir Francis Drake, the greatest British navigator, who sailed around the world and defeated the Spanish armada, thus allowing England not to be invaded by the Spaniards.

Now we are in Looe, a historical fishing village
In Cornwall, one of the culinary specialties is the pasties, which can be filled with pretty much everything (meat, cheese, vegetables...), I absolutely need to try one.
And one of the numerous bakeries in Looe was World Champion (yes, there are Pasties World Championships!).

The problem is the seagulls.
Yes, they are vicious, but when you feed them, it is not always on purpose. One of them stole the pasty from my hand. I almost got a heart attack, in addition to losing my lunch.
At least, I made the guy from the bakery smile he saw me coming back 2 minutes after buying the first one, to buy a second one.
After the pasty, I tried to taste a rhubarb & clotted cream ice cream and, guess what?!? A f... seagull stole the scoop, and left me with an empty cone. Enough street food for today!

A few kilometers later, trying to recover from the 2 heart attacks due to the nasty seagulls, here is Porpello, another nice little village on the shore.

And now Plymouth, from where the Mayflower and the Pilgrim Fathers sailed away, in 1620.