Then we headed down the M5, to the seaside resort of Torquay, arriving just after lunchtime. The hotel wanted to charge us £10 just to check in an hour early, so we did the sensible thing and went and found a pub. Fed and watered we took advantage of the entertainment that Paignton affords us and went bowling.
We then moved the car up the road to the promenade to have more fun. Namely the beach, and more importantly the mini golf ("the Pirate's adventure golf"). Even though the sun was sinking over the horizon, it was delightfully warm and we spent nearly 2 hours playing golf where both John and I scored a hole in one (TDT didn't. *snerk*).
I could post hundreds of photos on here, but it's not a 70's slideshow, so I'll save you the pain. Even though it was only one night away, it was invaluable. One thing I would like to say about Torquay is if you plan to go out of season, be prepared to be stunned. I've been a few times before, but always in the summer. In November it's dead. Hardly anything is open, and we spent nearly 2 hours trying to get something small to eat that meant we could also sit down and enjoy it. We ended up getting a Subway, and eating it back in the hotel. John was knackered, and to be honest so was I (Tania seems to have a limitless supply of energy. I think she's nuclear powered) and so we wouldn't have been able to do much else that late anyway. The next day we checked out at a leisurely 11:50am, and paid a visit to Cribbs Causeway on the way home. I like to do something different, and that was just what the doctor ordered. And to do it with the best two people in the world, what could be better?