Portholland

A steep narrow road leads us down to Portholland. The road is too narrow for our bus and we reverse back up the hill. We almost get stuck while manoeuvring and we are relieved when we make it up a bit higher. In the process, we hold up all the traffic. We manage to find a parking lot, but it is private. I ring the bell of the small cottage. An old man with a long white beard opens the door. I ask if we can park on his parking lot for an hour as we cannot go down the narrow road. He smiles kindly and says that those who ask nicely can park. I thank him and we walk down to the small bay. When we reach the bottom, it starts pouring rain and we can take shelter under the porch of a house...