For reasons that will become clear later in the week, I made a run for the border yesterday and embarked on a daytrip to Plymouth. Not everyone’s first choice on a grey Tuesday morning in January but, having only really ever been to the station (under the dubious care of First Great Western) and the punishingly grey main shopping street, I was actually very taken.

The city centre is still soul-saddeningly bleak but the seafront and the harbour area, looking out on the Plymouth Sound, is really rather striking. Of course, I am not the first to ponder what great things may have become of a city with these sorts of coastal assets had it not been bombed to smithereens in the War, but it is still a thought worth thinking.

So without further ado, a slideshow (oh yes, the slideshow button has been located) of a winter’s day in Plymouth – £6 return from Penzance (with Corno Railcard), can’t say fairer than that.

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