Day 03 - Paignton to Hayle

 Okay!  So it was a delayed start this morning as the weather was looking a bit shitty and I was not feeling so good.. (of all times to get a cold..)

Another wonderful nights’ sleep at the Premier Inn. 

I drove out of Paignton in the direction of Plymouth.  On the way I stopped at a Morrison’s Service Station and bought water for the day and also my breakfast!

I think I have found the right breakfast for myself..It’s called the “Breakfast Triple” and at only £2.75..  it’s a winner!

I drove around Plymouth and eventually  found myself at the Tamar Bridge.. quite impressive!

I needed a more stylish way to cross... so decided to cross using the Torpoint Ferry 

after crossing Tamar, I headed for Looe.

From Looe I drove to the Bodinnick Ferry and crossed the Fowey to arrive, strangely enough.. in Fowey.   That ferry was the biggest rip-off..  £4 to go the length of a football field!  (by comparison.. the big Torpoint Ferry was only £1.50)

Next on the list was Mevagissey and then on to St Austell.  Then to Truro where I found a Boots chemist for some medicine.

I decided to go straight to the Premier Inn in Hayle as it was getting late.  I checked in and the reception lady (Sara) very kindly booked a table for me at the Brewers Fayre next door.

I went to the Brewers Fayre at 6:30pm and had to stand around “waiting to be seated” but there was no one in attendance and a queue formed.

Eventually this guy (I believe the manager), came mincing up and asked my name and led me to a table.  He said that the special was a carvery and to order it at the bar.

The couple that were behind me got seated at the next table to me.  They went to look at the carvery and said it looked as dry as old boots.

By now I have been waiting about 20 minutes and no one even looks my way.  I watch the barmaid chewing gum while serving and talking to customers.. not discreetly chewing either.. really chomping!  (disgusting little cow..)

The couple get up and leave..  I got up and walked to the manager still packing more people in.

“Just want to tell you I’m leaving because your service is disgusting” I said.  “I have been here 20 minutes and no one has even looked my direction”

“Oh!” he says..  “..but I told you you must queue up at the bar to place your food and drinks order”

“Queue at the bar to place my order?  What is this... a fucking hostel?” I said in a raised voice as I turned and walked out.

I went back to the Premier Inn and said to Sara that I would not eat there if it were the last place.

She then suggested “The Old Quay Inn” and booked me a table.  It was less than 2 miles away and I got there in about 5 minutes.

What a lovely restaurant!  I settled for a homemade chicken and leek pie with thick-cut chips and garden peas.  Delicious!

I washed that down with a pint of “Doom Bar”.  This is the flagship ale of Sharp’s  Brewery.  A  local brewery from Rock, Cornwall.

Take care!   Talk soon!