Sunday, 18 May 2008

DAY 11 - BUDE TO BUCK'S CROSS

Sun is shining and all is well. Today I finally made it to Devon.
Cornwall was both stunning and grim, depending on the weather. I now
smell a lot like a sweaty dog rolling on a rotting mackerel. Tomorrow
Barnstaple, where I will be entering tea rooms and demanding cake and
fine wine.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Enjoy the cake!

Anonymous said...

Chris and I need to do some work to this website, to include a Doom-style health indicator. We need a headshot of Carter which slowly deteriorates as he becomes more feral. Actually, based on the starting point and all the subsequent clean air and exercise, perhaps it should show him collecting lots of boxes with green crosses on them.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a good idea. We've also failed to set up a pub warning system for when his arrival in an area is imminent. C