20/08/2016

BEE HIVE

As we strolled through the beautiful little village of Mevagissey we came across a shop called The Bee Hive.

Unfortunately it was closed so Wilson was unable to buy a gift for the bees, Polly and Billi, but as the next-best thing he insisted on having his photograph taken standing in front of it.


He says he will give them a copy of the photo as it is, after all, the thought that counts.


And he thought they'd like a photo of him.



19/08/2016

LIVING STATUE

As we were leaving the village, we came across a 'Living Statue'. 

Wilson has encountered these before, in London's busy Covent Garden, but in this deserted street he was, as he later described it to me, 'Totes creeped out!'


He stood rooted to the spot until I tossed a few coins into the statue's bucket, when we made our excuses and left.


As we walked back to the car I took his paw, and I could feel him trembling...



17/08/2016

RAINY DAY IN FOWEY

Today is not quite as sunny. In fact it's raining, but not hard enough to dampen our spirits — for we are British Holidaymakers, well used to Augusts that feel like February!

Of course, Wilson has Dual Nationality, and his Costa Rican half is yearning for sunshine, while Antony and TT (nationality unknown) are both safely in the dry of my pocket.


On our way to Mevagissey we stopped off at the enchanting little fishing port of Fowey, as Wilson needed to stock up on ice cream and chocolate.


Sadly, we're not seeing the village at its best because of the drizzle, but also the weather has kept some of the less hardy tourists away, so it's not too crowded. 


The climate is very variable on the Cornish Peninsula, and it may yet be sunny in Mevagissey by the time we arrive — we shall have to see...



15/08/2016

CAFÉ SOCIETY

By the time we arrived at the centre of the village Wilson, although still downcast, had cheered up a little.

I suggested we head into the 'Port Wen Café' for some coffee and cake... and ice-cream... and an Ant Slushie (that wasn't on the menu, but Wilson always travels equipped with some spare ants), but he was a bit worried about the sign outside reading, 'ALL Doggies Are Very Welcome!' since, as he's mentioned before, dogs seem to have an inherent dislike of anteaters. Or perhaps it's just Wilson. 


Whatever, I went on ahead to check out the dog situation, and it turns out there weren't any at the moment, so I called W in — the surf board causing only minor inconvenience and breakages. 


I removed Antony and Tiny Toy from my pocket, set them down on the table and we all shared some 'grindage' as W still insists on calling food.


Over our scoff Wilson confessed that, although he was disappointed he hadn't got to meet Ms Caroline, and taken a selfie with her, and proposed marriage, perhaps it was after all for the best.


'Mayhap I'm intended to be a solitary, single Anteater, New Dad.' he said, 'always an Uncle, never a Dad...'


He tried to smile as he said this, but his voice betrayed his emotion.


Anyway, tomorrow we're off to Mevagissy — who could fail to have his spirits lifted by such a prospect?!



14/08/2016

MEDICAL EQUIPMENT

After a stiff climb we eventually reached Doc Martin's Surgery. It wasn't hard to spot: it was chained off and surrounded by signs saying 'Private Residence: Keep Out' etc.

Having invested so much emotional effort into coming here, however, Wilson was not to be denied at the last moment, so he ducked under the chain barrier and peered in through the downstairs windows, tapping on the glass and calling, 'Ms Caroline? Are you there? It's me, Wilson!' 


It seemed that his prospective fiancée, Ms Katz, was not at home, so he just posed for a photo with his medical accoutrements outside the Surgery door.


As we left Wilson confided that he was 'well gutted' not to have met Ms Caroline, but relieved that at least the dog, Buddy, hadn't been in attendance. 


'Dogs just don't seem to like me,' he added, 'and I don't know why...'

I'm hoping that an ice cream will cheer him up; it usually does!