We went to Torquay on day six. This was one of my favourite days.
Myrtle was obsessed with finding a Marks and Spencers in Torquay. I’m not sue why when we have a couple not too far away from where we live. The shopping area in Torquay was really nice, although it did sprawl a little. Lots of little streets off the main strip, but not really very many appealing local shops. We walked along the parade, looked at all the boats and watched the world go by for a bit. I tried to win an Angry Bird plush from those crane arcade machine things, and failed. We visited a Museum, they had an exhibition on Egypt running. That would’ve been good, if we hadn’t seen it all already when it, and we, were in Coventry earlier in the year. What a wacky coincidence. I had a Knickerbocker Glory on Torquay seafront. I had to, really. It was quite nice.
The arcade on the pier was full of cool old machines. I never had a go on any of them for fear of incurring the impatient wrath of older people, but just seeing their faded decals and pixellated screens made my day.
In the evening we went down to the Dawlish Warren seafront again. On the way there, I noticed the above sign on the front of the local Happy Shopper. Atrocious. When we got to the seafront I did more paddling, which was nice. And rather than be predictable and make a sand castle, I made a sand-face.
I had some time to myself after we had a paddle as everyone else went for a little walk up the banks, but I sat and had some quiet reflection.
