North Devon to Southern Spain - by train! With a dog!? 😵‍💫

European Adventure Day 1 -

North Devon to Harwich, Essex

Day one of our big adventure! I’m sure everyone who knows us thinks that it’s ill-advised to travel from Devon to Southern Spain by train. But with me in tow? Utter lunacy!

And so the madness begins. Here I am, waiting for the bus to Barnstaple train station. Will probably need to get a job at Woofacombe Bay Hotel when I get back to pay for all the delicious fish I’ll be eating on holiday…

From the train, spotted lots of sheep, cows and a huge, squashed flat white horse which looked as if it was stuck on a hillside, unable to move. Feeling similar on these trains…

One bus and five trains later…..(including a train under the earth - whoever dug that must have had sore paws afterwards!)

…we arrived in Harwich in the dark.

A wonderfully crumbling, spooky place where The Mayflower set sail to America from. Had a great sniffy walk and much needed comfort break around the deserted docks.

Harwich also has a cinema called the Electric Palace, built in 1911, which has one of the few remaining silent screens, original projection room and ornamental frontage still intact. Mum and Dad (who love cinemas) got quite excited about this.

In 1912, when it opened

and now…the world looked better without cars, didn’t it!

Mum and Dad were less excited about our home for the night, a place Dad described as a haven for the economically inactive (he may have used ruder words) Very loud caterwauls from Atomic Kitten and Pussy Cat Dolls could be heard until late from the bar below - the ignominy! I longed for Fleet Foxes to soothe me to sleep, (I’d even have settled for Snoop Doggy Dog) as after only one day’s travelling, we all felt like a…

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