'California Dreaming...'

We left LA behind, a little heavier thanks to Anthropologie and J Crew, taking Route 1 north. The Pacific Coast Highway - oh the romance of it all! We stopped for breakfast at my favourite breakfast place in Malibu and saw a remarkably youthful looking Dick Van Dyke, 86. It must be the effect of his new, 40 year old wife.

We stopped at a fruit stand in the vast farming area of Oxnard and bought local strawberries, avocados, lemons, oranges, blueberries and a strange plum/apricot hybrid. That haul cost just $7.50.

We had a brief sojourn in beautiful, manicured, flowery Santa Barbara (rather better looking than Adrian, Texas) where I'm sure that they polish the pavements. The sea was sparkling, the pristine sands golden and the palm trees majestic against the azure sky. Green eh? Memo to self: plant more agapanthus, shame about the palm trees.

Moving north we started to encounter pockets of the dreaded sea mist which will start to become more of a feature for us. It makes the temperature plummet. We are spending the night in Morro Bay - a small fishing town and beach resort. It is famous for its large rock known as 'California's Rock of Gibraltar'. Our rather scruffy campsite is almost next to it except the mist makes it almost invisible. Maybe it'll be clearer in the morning. We are also right on the beach with the sound of crashing waves our soundtrack. It's not all glamour and romance though as there is also a stonking great big power station. It's a bit like Dungeness.

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