April 18th, 1989
Spending the night with Ben, here in The Kings Arms. The wiry little bald man who checked us in felt the need to share the extensive history of the hotel with us. Suffice to say, it’s the oldest hotel in Salisbury and was built in the fourteenth century. I must add that it really is the epitome of old world charm, with beams and fireplaces and amazing views of Salisbury Cathedral.
Lovely morning in Newquay, following on from the fantastic evening we spent there. We had breakfast in our room and watched the windsurfers doing what they do best. They looked very cool but I have no desire to ever try windsurfing, looks like an awful lot of work!
After we checked out of the hotel in Newquay, we made a stop at Carolyn’s Bay, which was deserted. We took a lovely walk along the beach and kissed (a lot.) Next stop was in Fowey, which I have to say is one of the prettiest places I’ve ever been. Also the place where we enjoyed cream teas and devoured ridiculous amounts of delicious Cornish clotted cream. With our tummies full, we wandered around the tiny town and Ben bought me a miniature Paddington bear.
Back in the car for the trek here, which took about three hours. I drove for the first hour and even enjoyed it. Ben took over for the remainder and as usual, we talked and sang along to the radio (Steve Wright in the afternoon, what a great show that is.)
I think the best thing about our room is the newly refurbished bathroom. The bath is made of cast iron and is a double slipper, so no worries about who gets the crappy side with the taps.
While Ben and I were enjoying a bubble bath earlier, he asked, “Do you think it’ll be like this when we live together?”
“Only if we get a claw foot tub like this,” I replied with a cheeky grin.
He flicked some bubbles in my direction.
“I think it’ll be better than this,” I said, wiping the bubbles off my face.
“Why do you say that?” he asked.
“Because we won’t have to leave.”