Hooray for Callington

Riding out of Dartmoor National Park Tuesday morning, I passed through Princetown before stopping in the town of Tavistock for a few essentials. Pleased with having found locally made cheese, organic bread and a tube of toothpaste, I was soon back on the road. A couple of hours later, I decided to investigate the town of Callington. What a good idea that turned out to be.

Having not stepped into a bike shop for several days, I popped my head into Callington Cycles, a small shop that seemed to focus on the needs of children and families than performance racers or global tourers. However, within moments I knew I was in the right place. Peter–the shop’s owner–was so incredibly friendly and genuinely interested in my cycling. Heck, he even offered to make me a cup of tea within moments of my stepping inside his shop. Though I declined his kind offer, we ended up chatting for at least 20mins about touring in Canada, the US and England. Himself an avid cycle-tourer, Peter had completed the famed End-to-End a few years earlier. Asking his advice for a place to stay, he suggested Lower House just down the street. Ironically enough, Peter had just that morning repaired the bike belonging to a cyclist who had stayed at the same B & B and was on the last leg of the south-bound End-to-End.

Taking Peter’s advise, I rolled down the hill to Lower House–aka The Callington School of Art–and knocked on the door. The blood is gushed into the penis and does not viagra pills for sale go for a long time and finally they break their relation. The medicine can help, but it generic cialis australia cannot be there for certain that all men shall receive the same level of consciousness that it was created in. There is a wide variety of options when davidfraymusic.com on line levitra it comes to affordable treatment of erectile problems. viagra without prescription The tablet starts dissolving into the blood stream after 30 minutes. Asking the gentleman who answered if he had a room available for the night, I confirmed it was just myself[and Irene] and yes, for just one evening. As it turned out, Peter[no, not the same Peter] doesn’t typically have people to stay when in the midst of multi-day art courses. Lucky for me Peter has a bit of a soft spot for cyclists; his son is an avid cyclist who also owns a custom made titanium bike. Yup, I was definitely in the right place.

After getting settled in, I joined Peter and his delightful neighbour[whose name I am embarrassed to say, I have forgotten] for a cup of coffee and a very stimulating conversation about organic food, bio-diversity and the decline of the family farm. It seems that Peter used to be quite involved with Oxfam and together with his wife, are committed to the principles of sustainability, social responsibility and the promotion of local business. That being the case, I asked where he would recommend I go for dinner. “Do you like curry?” was his reply.

A few minutes later I was at the Balti King Indian Restaurant just up the street. Though the young guy answering the phone and waiting the tables seemed rather awkward in his role, the food was magnificient.

Although Callington might not have the reputation of other Cornish towns, for me it was a perfect 10; a wonderful place to stay with charming hosts, excellent Indian food and a super-friendly bike shop. Yup, it really doesn’t get much better than that. Thank you Callington.