I think I had a visit from aliens last night. I go to bed in England and wake up in Australia. Did I get teleported back home during the night? I drove from the town of Newquay to Fisteral Beach and I really could have been in Australia. Sand, surf and sun…and quite an impressive beach it was too. The swell wasn’t so great today so there was a lot of just bobbing up and down on boards but it was a bit too cold for me…being the Atlantic and all. Next time I’ll pop the wetsuit into the suitcase. Next it was up the coast to the little fishing port of Padstow. It’s nothing like the Sydney version. Luckily! Padstow is very cute and quaint and has seen monks and Vikings before today’s tourist raids. The nearby craggy cliffs bring to life the thought of pirates and those of you who went to Brazil with me know that I have a bit of a pirate thing going on. Hey Tom? So many perfect hiding spots for tall ships where cargo could be secretly unloaded and taken inland, perhaps resting on the way at Jamaica Inn!! Ok Rebecca…back to present day reality. There are some great little walks around the village, along the cliffs and beach and then you can later dine at Rick Stein’s restaurant. I’m figuring that’s impressive if you’re a foodie. To be honest, I think Rick Stein has purchased the whole of Padstow. He has restaurants, fish and chip shop, patisserie, cafe, hotels, bistros, seafood school, deli and a gift shop scattered throughout the little town. Nothing like a bit of overkill, huh??!