Out of Big Sky Country and down to the coast. Which I for one have been looking forward to, but which has not quite lived up to anticipations.
Not sure quite what I expected, but arriving in a down at heel, out of season seaside resort has turned out to be a lowering experience. Probably not helped by the journey here, which was fine on the train, good if tiring on the long hill climbs, with gorgeous scenery and big, big skies, but proper grim at the close: half an hour on a hellish road, with heavy traffic and unending awfulness all around. As Jens said, they keep the hill towns lovely by putting all the crap down in the valleys. Times two for the coastal strip.
Now we’ve arrived, it’s all you’d expect from a summer resort in the late autumn: cheerless, faded and drab. We’ve abandoned plans to rest a day on the beach. Tomorrow, early, we’re out of here, with no looking back.
