Devon Cornwall Stonehenge, Brighton Dover and all that Jazz

Well Dartmouth in the South Devon Hills was truly spectacular! Another ridiculously perfect English village with quaint characters wanderng down the street. The pace of life is slow and old ducks drive like they have all the time in the world. Which they do, they cant go anywhere, the driving is so slow. Narrow winding lanes past hedges, cottages over little brooks. Squirrels and owls all over the place. But impossible if you are on a mission to see all of England in two weeks. Nothing has changed in most of these villages since the middle ages other than the price of petrol. (a pound a litre). Interestingly the litre of petrol is the only thing that is metric in the whole country. Dont look on a map and say well cover 200 ks in two hours . The average touring in some parts is more like 30 miles an hour.
Headed off in the morning to Cornwall and stayed the night in Englands surfing gold coast Newquay. Surfshop after surfshop in the old shopfronts and twenty or so guys braving sloppy 3 ft beachbreaks. We enjoyed a leisurely stroll around the village and the caravan site was a real resort. Usually they are a strip of manicured grass, with a couple of old poms winging about Gordon Brown or the state of the economy. Its not like caravanning in Australia, the poms are actually really reserved and tend to stay in their vans peering at you like Mrs Marple. Still were not in them very often.
Headed off the next day and after three hours on the motoway (YAY) reached the Stonehenge. Europes premier stone age relic.Very impressive and has a certain era about it. You can almost feel the old druids?, wandering around. Caught up with Kristin and Andy (gabs friends) at the very impressive Salisbury. The cathedral is used in the Harry Potter films and is magnificent. After a pint we headed off to Bognor Regis to stay the night. Problem was we left things a little late and couldnt find anywhere to stay!! After having my second major meltdown we crawled into the Brighton park at 9.30 and slept in the driveway. (the park had shut, the pommies go to bed about 7). Still we survived.
The Brighton pier and Eastbourne were typical pommy seaside resorts with the amusement piers and the pebble beaches but was hindered a little by the poring rain!! Not too cold but wet!
Finally settled in to the Faulkstone camping ground. This was an interesting stay on an historic coast. Gab saifd it was the worst beach she ever seen. All this concrete over the whole place. The concrete was actually the area thet they used to load the troops and ships in WW2. Really amazing the whole place. We camped the night under the white cliffs of Dover in the same area where men and troops were loaded off to fight the Nazis and planes struggled to make it home during the battle of Britain.
France tomorrow.