Our next port of call, after Saint-Malo, was Plymouth, England. We took our time disembarking since the weather was not particularly good, blustery and chilly with hints of rain. We’ve been to Plymouth in the past but that was in the good old days before digital cameras and before the year 2000; it was back when we were young and just starting to travel. We’ve been many places since, having traveled all over the world. It has been a great journey and, fortunately, its not over.
One of the first things you see as you sail, or should I say tender, into the harbor is this interesting sculpture.
A photo of the harbor.
When we got off the tender we were greeted by a couple of pleasant, welcoming gents. The men, in their later 60s, had ruddy complexions and bushy, grey beards. They were very engaging and invited us to have a taste of their local Plymouth Gin made in the Black Friars Distillery. So taste we did and later on we also visited the distillery which was only a few blocks away.
We were in the Barbican, an area of narrow, twisty streets with many small shops and pubs. First, however, we visited the Mayflower steps where allegedly the pilgrims boarded their ship and departed on their momentous voyage. Truth to tell, I wasn’t impressed by the steps and can’t imagine they date back to 1620.
Facing us as we began our walk was this building.
Moving on in no specific direction I managed to snap a few shots of the Barbican.
Take a look at the interesting names and signs.
The Black Friars Distillery.
I included this poster so you can learn a little about the drink of the Naval Strength and proof.
Moving on and in the direction of our tender, I managed a few more shots.
Back at the harbor, one last photo before we bid Plymouth farewell.
