The Day we Went Out in the Morgan

 It was already a warm morning in Bovey Tracey by the time we ventured out after breakfast. 

I had had one of the best sleeps I’ve enjoyed since being away. The Cromwell Arms was comfortable, the staff were obliging and the breakfast was nourishing, I would highly recommend a stay there. 

Once we had eaten we packed our bags and loaded them into the Caddy before walking across the road (via an op shop of course), and over to Tim and Kathy’s. 

The decision was taken to go for a walk to the local Heritage Centre which is located in the disused Railway Station, but we unfortunately found it closed. Something for next visit! 

The next plan was to go to Lustleigh and the Cleave Hotel,  for lunch with Tim and Kathy, before we set off on our onward journey. Tim had the wonderful idea of making the trip to lunch in the Morgan 4-seater sports car. Getting it out of the garage is no small undertaking in a village with a driveway and backyard such as theirs, but we were all excited to have the opportunity to ride in the Morgan. 





The necessary manoeuvres undertaken, Julie and I piled in the back, Mark in front, and Tim in the driver’s seat. Wallsy went with Kathy in her car and they led the way. It was a perfect Devon sumner’s day; ideal for a spin in a Morgan with the roof down. 

After navigating the one-lane country roads with their high hedges and no room for passing another vehicle (white knuckle stuff), we arrived in the picturesque village of Lustleigh, complete with chocolate box thatched cottages, a village green and cricket ground. 







After a lovely, relaxing lunch, and a wander around the village, we piled back in the cars, this time I rode with Kathy and Wallsy took my spot in the Morgan, for the return journey to Bovey Tracey. 

Here, we said our goodbyes and left for Truro in Cornwall. 

The beginning of the trip up and over Dartmoor was spectacular, the hillsides dotted with wild Devon ponies and grazing sheep. With no fences, you do have to exercise some caution when driving through, but generally they were all well behaved and kept to the roadsides, with only a couple of exceptions. 

We eventually ended up on the less interesting highways, although the views as we came off Dartmoor and then up onto Bodmin Moor were vast and beautiful. 

We made a diversion into St Columb Major to find a cemetery where Julie’s Great, Great, Great Grandfather is buried. Mark was successful in finding the headstone and all due respects were paid to her ancestor. 



We drove on then, into Truro, where we have an Airbnb for 3 nights under the shadow of a mighty viaduct. It is a very nice Airbnb with a modern interior, although the sloping bedroom ceilings and low beams are definitely going to cause some damage to our heads before our time here is up!  




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