A while ago, while sitting in a pub a with few friends we came up with the idea of a UK county ale challenge. The Challenge being to have a locally brewed ale in as many UK counties as we could, rules were invented along with a facebook page and a checklist to tick them all off. One of the aims of this challenge was to make us see more of the UK and drink more ale (actually I think we already had that one covered but oh well). We have had quite a bit of fun trying to tick off the nearby places with train, bus and bike rides (including one where we cycled over a gigantic hill when we were trying to be clever and get two on bordering counties, which worked and the view was amazing).
But we needed a plan to go further and seeing it was almost summer Cornwall seemed like an excellent plan, which it turned out to be (apart from the summer bit, that was a we bit misleading). There was one small hitch in the plan, I had recently found out that I was pregnant but I was still determined to go. I was NOT going to miss out on going to the beach, even if I had to sit around and watch the others drink.
So having planned out trip the three of us got in the car and headed off to pick up Troy on the way…
Eventually we got there after some spectacular and confusing roundabouts, no Swindon putting 5 round abouts together does not make for a better intersections, it makes ones head explode when approaching it, we managed to collect him. Then for the 4 hour journey down, in a tiny car pack as always with too much stuff (I blame Robbie). Luckily I had packed sandwiches and crisps, which provided great entertainment when Laura realised that the Marmite sandwich contained NZ marmite not British.
On making it to St Ives at about 11.30 we discovered the joys of narrow one way streets (built in a maze that we kept getting stuck in) half of which were on the edge of a VERY steep hill to make matters worse our backpackers did not seem to exist on the road that the websites address told us it was. Eventually we found it, the back of the building was on that street but the entrance was on the street that ran parallel. Out we piled only to find no one answering the door bell, luckily some people turned up, who happened to be the manager who let us in but couldn’t remember our booking or talking to me on the phone (which he had done about 3 times as I failed to change the booking). Upon looking at the books however he found my name and gave us beds and I stopped stressing. Once finished dumping our stuff I was ready for bed, the others however had noticed that there was a pub across the road that was still open and the idea drinking ale and ticking off another county gleamed in their eyes, so off we went. It was packed and band still playing, they had a couple of pints squeezed and variously places then decided it was time for bed, as it was beach day tomorrow.
The rest will be in the next post.
What random challenges have you and your friends thought up and carried out, what happened???