@GogleddCymru Thanks for your thoughts on TSP and 500MW - I agree with both.
Here are some extracts that I shared over a series of posts.(500MW in Bold TSP in italics)
We changed at Barnstaple for the connection to Westward Ho!
The bus took us to Barnstaple, and then we changed on to another for Westward Ho!
... Westward Ho! despite its punctuation, is little more than a line of holiday accommodation.
We arrived in Westward Ho! disorientated by the unexpectedness of it and surprised by its greyness. The exclamation mark had made me expect something spectacular, but nothing I was seeing quite matched the ostentatious name.
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We reached St Mawes and I strolled around the waterfront trying to beg a lift over to Place.
We walked away from the ferry and hung around the harbour trying to find a private boat going over to St Mawes
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(Another one is being called a tramp. 500MW has him camped just off the coast path and a family bump into his guyropes.)
The children buried themselves in their mother's skirt....And then the whole family backed away and made an unsubtle detour round me. There was much whispering and I heard the word tramp mentioned once or twice.
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The National Trust now owned about a third of the Cornish and Devon coast.
Slowly though, local feeling had become embittered. No-one liked the National Trust making the rules. The locals claimed that Cornwall was now in tune with the visitors 'needs rather than their own, and that they, the natives, knew how best to manage their own land.
We’d heard mutterings amongst the locals of a dislike for the National Trust who own over a third of the coastline of Devon and Cornwall, bought by Project Neptune to save the coastline from development. There were complaints that the Trust are too restrictive and don’t understand the need of local people to make a living.
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My nose in particular was suffering. Everywhere I went I left bits of it behind. My original one had shed itself in a couple of days. A new model had burst through red and throbbing, but now that too had dropped off ...
As we walked on I didn’t see much of the view, most of my attention being taken by large pieces of skin peeling from my nose, and I passed more than a mile cross-eyed, trying to pull bits off.....My nose was glowing red, the new skin burnt before the old skin had shed.