Showing posts with label Torquay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Torquay. Show all posts

Friday, 13 March 2009

The Living Coasts of Torquay


A town near Exeter, known as Torquay, reportedly has quite an impressive aviary, so Will and I set out to see it today. Our train ride took around 45 minutes and was filled with beautiful views of water and countryside. 

The aviary is about a 25 minute walk from Torquay's train station, so we were able to see a lot of other interesting sights on our walk to it, including the city's beautiful beach, Torre Abbey Gardens, and Princess Gardens. We even saw some workers scaling the side of a cliff. 












By the time we reached the aviary, we were really hungry, so we stopped at a pub called The Tudor Rose for lunch. Will ordered soup and a roll, and I had a BLT. I had forgotten that the British idea of bacon is more like Canadian bacon than American bacon- a mistake that I hope I will not repeat. Nevertheless, my sandwich wasn't bad for a ham sandwich- it just wasn't what I was expecting. 











After lunch, we finally made it to the aviary, which is called Living Coasts. The exhibits began with a children's film on the extinction of a great auk, in which the last two great auks in existence are named Gertrude and Gabriel. After they are killed, Gabriel comes back as "the auk angel Gabriel" and explains to the hunter that he should have taken them to Living Coasts rather than killing them. Needless to say, we found this film underwhelming, though it is probably reasonably effective at helping children understand the purpose of the aviary and its breeding program.





 




The rest of the aviary, however, was quite enjoyable. It contained a variety of different birds, including penguins and puffins. Some of the birds were free-flying, while others were restricted to enclosures.













The penguins' enclosure was particularly interesting, because it was deliberately designed so that the penguins can get out and walk around if they wish. In fact, the penguins have two different play areas which are separated by a walkway that runs right across the humans' sidewalk. The barriers are designed to keep people out rather than penguins in! When we walked by the habitat the first time, the penguins showed little interest in venturing out. However, when we returned at feeding time, quite a few penguins came out to get food and to visit the other play area. 














In addition to birds and plant life, Living Coasts has two newly acquired South American seals. While we were there, one of the seals spent the entire time sunning itself on a rock, while the other frolicked in the water. 





Living Coasts also has numerous interactive children's learning areas, which include games and other activities. Will particularly liked the climbing wall. From is aviary, it is also possible to get a great view of Tor Bay. 







After leaving Living Coasts, Will and I roamed around for a couple of hours further exploring the city. Since today is "Red Nose Day," a fundraising day for the charity Comic Relief (whose slogan is "Do something funny for money"), we saw several money-raising efforts. One shop we visited provided snacks in exchange for donations to Comic Relief, and some of the snacks had little "red noses"! We also saw an old ocean mine and a gorgeous Anglican Church, visited the marina, and drank a milkshake at a local coffee shop, "Le Petit Gourmet". Surprisingly, here, a milkshake does not necessarily contain ice cream and may simply be flavored milk. Fortunately, we were warned of this in advance and were able to order a "super shake" which did contain ice cream. However, the ice cream was not blended into the milk, so it could better be described as a "milk float" than an American-style milkshake. It still tasted good, though, and it made for an interesting cultural observation. 

















Friday, 6 February 2009

Skittles Blizzard



Tonight I went out to Torquay (torr-KEY) for the local Rotary club's Skittles night. Skittles is a game similar to bowling, except that it is played with nine pins arranged in a diamond pattern (i.e., a square with a corner pointing down the lane) and has no gutters. Thus, while it is impossible to get a gutterball, it is possible to throw the ball out of the lane entirely, or to pass between rows of pins without hitting anything. My team won (by virtue of the other team conceding their one-point lead after it was pointed out to them that they had had nine extra balls because they had 15 players to our 14). At the end of the game, Yulia and I piled back into Brian's car to head back to Exeter.

We made it to Telegraph Hill, which is part of the way back to Exeter from Torquay, where traffic was stalled by the snow. We were stuck on Telegraph Hill from about 9:30 pm until 11:15 pm or so, at which time the police started turning people around to go back down the hill on the wrong side of the road (there was a median with a guardrail between us and the other direction's lanes). At the bottom of the hill, we were forced to exit into Newton Abbot, a town between Exeter and Torquay. At that point, we were just happy to be off the hill, as we had been afraid that we were going to have to spend the night there. From Newton Abbot, we navigated down to Teignmouth, a small town on the coast at the mouth of the River Teign (hence the name), and from there on to Dawlish, following back roads to avoid a pair of broken-down lorries (18-wheelers).

The snow and ice and sleet (varied with the location) made the going very slow, and we finally made it back into Exeter after 12:40 am. We then proceeded to campus to deposit Yulia at her flat, but we were unable to work our way up the hill on Prince of Wales Road. I was amazed that we were able to make it up Streatham Drive, which is a steeper hill, but it had been cleared by other vehicles to a large degree. Ultimately, Yulia had to walk about ten to fifteen minutes back in the snow, but at least it hadn't had the chance to freeze to ice underneath yet.

After dropping Yulia off, Brian ferried me back down through New North Road over to Sidwell Street, and dropped me off outside Sydenham House on Blackboy Road. There must have been about four inches of snowfall here so far tonight (the forecast was for NONE by this time of morning). I finally made it inside around 1:25 am.

On the funny side, we passed a bus stop that was covered in snow at about 1:00 am on Topsham Road. Stagecoach Devon had suspended operations about 10:00 pm; however, some enterprising artist(s) had gone out and built two snowmen at the bus stop, one with his tree-limb arm sticking out to hail the (suspended) bus.