A blank on the map

According to my map Salisbury Plain is empty. Absolutely nothing there. Roads enter it and never leave, rivers stop flowing. It is just a great, white blot on the page.

I daydreamed of uncharted territory and the edge of the world. I envisioned warnings of imment danger from sea-monsters and dragons. Instead, it was tanks crossing and unexploded ordinance. It seems like the Ministry of Defence beat me to the discovery of the Salisbury Plains.

All except for those spots the tourists got to first.....

Cranking through Cornwall

I didn't quite realise what would be involved in a visit to the quaint Cornish fishing villages along the South West coast. A seemingly endless hell of 20 percent (+) climbs, squalls and gale force headwinds....perhaps I should have gone the other way around the coast!

Stopped at the circus that is Land's End for the obligatory photo with the signpost...and the Tardis....before following the coast around to the north. At least this side was a bit flatter, even if the wind was stronger. Spent several days cursing the wind, dodging the rain and exploring around the ruined tin mines and celtic stone circles that dotted the coastline.