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You can click on these pictures for larger ones. I’ve displayed them in this way as they roughly make up a wide view from the same location. More 360’s have been uploaded.

Today we visited Port Isaac in Cornwall and the port next to it. This is where scenes of ‘Doc Martin’ are shot. The motivation wasn’t so much the TV show, but more the coastline and surrounding farmland which is pictured. Well, I must say, the TV show matches it’s setting perfectly. Things are tweaked like, the school isn’t a school, it’s a hotel/cafe, but I suspect they take the signs down to make it congruent.

It’s stunning nonetheless. The weather in the few days we’ve been here has been predictably miserable. Windy as hell, drizzly, raining, freezing cold, salt spray and very occasionally a ray of sun shine.

Cassie: Camping is an extremely difficult thing to do in this country because seemingly all the land is privately owned. I thought Australia was bad for fences and gates, I’ve never seen so many fences and gates in my life as I’ve seen here! As you already know, we were moved on from our first camp in the UK by the traffic cops or whatever they were, last night’s camp seemed ok as it was a gravel carpark that backed onto some bushland. It probably took us well over an hour of driving around to find it so we couldn’t be too picky about where we ended up. We were woken up this morning by the sound of being surrounded by cars. Seems as though the locals use it as free all-day parking while they’re at work, so as you can imagine, we were worried about getting parked in so had to move on quickly. Tonight’s camp is in a truck stop carpark. The quality of camps has hit rock bottom. Normally at these rest stops you’ve got to pay for parking if you’re intending on staying for more than 2hrs which is a bit stingy I reckon, but this one appears to be free parking. The Brits don’t encourage drivers to stop and rest, that’s for sure!

There are caravan parks we could stay in but oh my, they’re so depressing here it just doesn’t seem right to have to pay for something that’s worse than staying in a truck stop carpark.

We had a great day today walking around the little village of Port Isaac. The coastline is beautiful – really rugged and green. We had lunch in a pub in the village. Graeme had sausages, mash and gravy and I had fish and chips with mushy peas. Very British and very good.