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Discovering Tintagel and Bodmin Jail (not Gaol) and the Jamaica Inn

 We woke in the morning and looked out the window to find the sun shining - and we were told it would rain so we decided to have a big day of adventuring.

After two hours on the phone with my SIM provider here in England asking why I had no credit after purchasing a pack with unlimited everything I finally had to chuck a tanty to get it fixed. 

I was not happy and very frustrated.

We headed off to the church on the hill - unfortunately they were setting up for a funeral so we did not have much time, but got a few nice shots. As you can see beautiful blue skies but the wind was icy.


We then headed to Tintagel Castle which was closed due to the windy conditions so we have to just make do with photos of the surrounding area. I had been before so it was not that much of a loss for me.


The photo above is from another trip a few years ago. One thing that is now very different is that they have added a bridge which is awesome and cuts out some really difficult steps that used to take you from one ridge to another.

We then headed down to the bottom where there is a museum and shop but all we wanted was the range rover that would take us back up the hill for 2 pounds each. YES PLEASE!

Then into the car and a drive to Brown Willy our next naughty name destination.

This took us through hills and dales and fantastically wooded roads and when we got there there was really not much to see! Brown Willy is a small hill whose name means swallow breast (as in the bird).

It's Cornish name sounds more like BRAWN WILLAY - and so hence it became Brown Willy.

Don't bother going - we did it for you.


After that we headed to BODMIN to take in the Jail ( Gaol) and see just how much it had changed and WOW it had.

When I had been there last it was still the Gaol inside and out - but now it is freaking magnificent (but really a gaol only in name.)

Cudos to whoever threw a bucket load of money at this place - it is outstanding.

The visitor experience is through the entrance gates to the audio visual extravaganza and it is worth the 15 pounds that you pay to see it. It takes you through the history of the area and we go through room to room with a look at a few people who were convicted of crimes up to their conviction.


We may have taken a few photos where we maybe should not have but there you go - we ARE telling everyone to GO THERE.


I can only imagine the rooms that they have created in the hotel part - they would be amazing.

But what we saw was the only part of the jail that we could visit. I wonder if there is more open during the night time experiences and ghost hunts?



Oh did I mention that I fell over?

What a silly thing to do - just in one section I was looking through the camera and not at my feet and BOOM - I will have plenty of bruising tomorrow and a very sore shoulder but I am OK.

We then drove to the Jamaica Inn which is not too far away, and of course I am going to leave that story until tomorrow.


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