Blimey! It's loovely!
Fowey (pronounced Foy), a little Cornish fishing village, is at the southwest tip of England. Uri had a lecture followed by a book-signing appointment at the annual Daphne DuMaurier book festival. We drove all night (er...Shipi did actually) to get there. We got there n the wee hours and spent the night at the Carlyon Bay Hotel.
The Carlyon Bay Hotel. This is the picture on the hotel brochure. They tell you it's a great place. What they don't tell you about is the loovely Bri'ish wea'er. Which is why, OUR version of the picture looks like this :
Now, here's something to tell. The key Bobby is holding belongs to our room at the hotel. When we got in the night before, it was fine. The next morning however, when we returned to the room, the key wouldn't fit into the keyhole. When we looked at it, it was...bent. Uri never touched the key.
The hotel staff were kind enough to let us stay at the Refugee Installation in the back yard.
Us in front of the Carlyon Bay hotel. We're just about to go for a nice walk around the hotel, onto the beach and around the neighborhood.