Marita goes Walkabout

On Monday the 3rd I managed to get myself safely out of St Ives without going through the town centre!! Drove all the way down to Lands End. I have been told to not bother as "there is nothing there"... Well, turns out there is something there. A hotel with a large parking area. This is the only place you can park and they want 6 pound for the privilege to park there. All I wanted to do is go to the "edge" and sit there for a bit. 6 pounds I was not going to pay for that privilege. Problem was that my car was the only car there... so I pretended. I walked back from the machine and opened the door, pretending I was putting a ticket on the dash. Then I locked up, walked over to where you could see the rocks and the water (and the bench where I would have loved to go and sit, but did not). Stood there for a bit, walked back and drove off. While I was standing there a guy drove up, walked to the machine, saw the price, got back into his car and drove off... How many peo...

On the afternoon of day 117 I drove south after visiting Port Isaac. I was very nervous when I got to St Ives because I knew the streets would be crazy narrow and impossible to navigate and that I had to find the public parking area near the hostel and hope there was a vacant spot for me to use. I had written detailed instructions of how to get there so I would not be caught out, in case the SATNAV somehow got it wrong or threw a hissy. I got to St Ives fine. By now I was comfortable with using the SATNAV, had even figure out that it went better if I used the voice command to enter the destination.... whoohoo, Marita uses technology! It was an absolute god-sent navigating the many, many roundabouts that the British love so much. I will never try to drive in Britain ever again without it. Ok, so "the technology" got me to St Ives.... and then we drove down the street where the parking area was to be on the left... and 'the technology" said: "You have arrived...