Lizard

We left Plymouth at 0930, slightly less loaded than last time, as we didn't bring any swimming gear.

Easy drive to the Lizard, swapped drivers halfway. Parked in the village, walked down to the southernmost point via a v muddy path, then had coffee at a cafe with a splendid view of the fearsome rocks and the seas which stretch landless, all the way to the Caribbean. 

We saw the old disused RNLI station below the lighthouse, and a mysterious white building labelled Lloyd's Signal station, presumably used to check homecoming ships in the days before satellites and AIS.

Back at the van, we drove the short distance to Henry's campsite, a rather eccentric place with guinea pig cages, ducks, chickens, Halloween spiders and endless palm trees.

Henry himself is an affable aged hippy. The campsite looks chaotic at first glance, yet is v well organised with spotless facilities. The WiFi is limited to an outdoor bar area with a wild variety of huge settees and armchairs. The easterly wind is getting up but we are happy in our big van. Dinner will be chicken Korma and rice, after we have had our weekly chat to Felix, hunkered in the snug area.