20190104 – Friday – Cowes to Rhyll

20190104 – Friday – Phillip Island.

When I awoke in the morning I got myself organised and then drove into Cowes for breakfast.

I found a carpark on the Main Street, and went to Cafe Lugano for breakfast.

I ordered 2 poached eggs, avocado and bacon and a large coffee.

I went out the back of the cafe where there is a little courtyard with tables and chairs under umbrellas, and there I ate my breakfast and typed up my diary.

There were some German or Swiss young men also eating breakfast there, chattering away in Swiss.

After breakfast, I had that wonderful feeling of having the whole day ahead of me

Wonderful!

I drove towards Rhyll and as I drove, I looked for somewhere different to stay overnight.

I found a number of places that would do. 

For instance there was a reserve with toilets at Rhyl public park, and I marked that in my list of potentials, but then I drove around the bend and came across the Rhyll Yacht club. 

It was right on the beach front and there were places all along the seafront where I could see that it would be good for o/night parking.

I finally settled on a spot under a tree at the end of Jansson Road and the esplanade.

I pulled up there and got into my trailer for the afternoon.

It was soo very hot.

I was the hottest ever since I had been on the road, but I noted to myself that even on this HOT day, it was still bearable inside my trailer, which it never would have been pre-insulation.

I had some lunch sitting in my trailer and then decided to sit outside under the shade of the tree because there was at least a breeze out there.

There was a small  bus pulled up under a big shady tree further along the seafront.

The driver of the bus had obviously renovate it to live in on the road, and he was obviously intending to stay overnight.

I assumed it would be ok for me to do the same. 

He had chosen the best tree which was much shadier than mine, but I decided to stay where I was because I needed to have my solar panel in the sun to get my battery charged.

Just then a woman came up to me and asked if I would like to come to her home where it was cool for an hour or two since it was so hot.

I thanked her and followed her to a White House across the esplanade. 

I probably would have preferred to stay in my trailer so I could get some work done, but I always think twice when someone approaches me like that.

I never know whether I might be being “entertained unawares.”

She opened the gate to a White House right on the esplanade and I followed her to the door of her house.

She even had a ramp up to her front door for me to walk upon, so I didn’t have to struggle with my walking frame up the stairs.

It was a lovely home and we sat in the lounge where there was a big bay window overlooking the esplanade and the sea, and all the boats moored there.

It was very beautiful.

Their names were Ian and Joy Pascoe and he was a retired scientist.

It was a second marriage for both of them. 

Joy’s first husband had died of a heart attack, and Ian’s wife had died of breast cancer, literally within one month of each other.

They had met because they buried their spouses in the same cemetery.

In the course of our conversation she mentioned that she was on antibiotics for an infected throat.

Of course that led me into discussing her diet and I spoke about low carbs and high fat diet and the film the Magic Pill, as you do, and she told me, maybe it was not a coincidence that she had met me.

So I spent the afternoon with this lovely couple drinking tea and chatting.

Then they had to leave because there was a special market being held up near the yacht club, so I thanked them for their hospitality and went back to my trailer.

A cool change had come in by this time and very soon a brisk sea breeze had cooled everything down.

My trailer was bouncing around with the force of the wind.

I got struggled against the wind to get into my trailer and then I sat cross-wise to write up my diary.

As the day came to its close I lay down to sleep, and sleep I did.

I woke again at about 2 am and I could see that the tide had gone out and all the boats were lying like beached whales in the sand of the bay.

But that didn’t last long.

The tide began to come in and soon from my bed I could hear the lapping of the water against the shore and the slapping noise on the water on the sides of the boats.