:: Tuesday, 23 August 2005 ::
WOG MOG LE JOG - DAY 14 BATH TO PERRANWELL (NEAR LAND'S END)
Out of Bath I needed to get down down South West Engerland, back to where it all began, to the home of the Mog, at Perranwell in Cornwall.
Getting there would end my perfect roundtrip.
I scooted outta Bath round noon, and, after some iPOD hassles quickly sorted in the shade at the back of the Royal Crescent, I got a blast of Rolling Stones 'Exile on mainstreet' to take me on my way. Perfect.
No more traditional English traffic holdups.
But I could hardly be sad with the wonders on perfect B roads. Although I was getting a little antsy heading across Dartmoor, which took an age on account
Actual Dartmoor ponies.
And, plus, Dartmoor sheep abound.
They seemed to like the warmth of the sunkissed blacktop,so the going was mighty slow.
Eventually, I had to hand back the keys and the immobiliser and unpack my gear.
I had to relinquish the Morgan 4/4 1.8L FordVtec engine, sweetest roadgoing machine I have enjoyed speeding along in since discovering the delights of the little red 1989 Mazda MX-5 that lives in my garage.
The whole round trip took me 2124 miles.
And what did I learn?
That alls you need for this sort of adventure is a compass, a decent 4 miles:1 inch map, a positive attitude and one heck of a car.
I will follow up with a post explaining the top roads I would recommend for drivey fun across Engerland, SouthEast Wales and Scotterland.
But for this post right now, I gotta confess to feeling a quiet sense of achievement and a goodly deal of delight in discovering the English motoring classic that is the Morgan.
Do I want one?
:: WB 2:26 pm [link+] ::