A day at the America's

Last week was a diary moment for Plymouth as the city hosted 'The Americas Cup' - the much coveted sailing trophy. I don't know anything about sailing but on Friday (our 'life's a picnic' day) Amos and I took ourselves up to the Hoe in Plymouth, an area overlooking the expanse of water called the Plymouth Sound. Suddenly at 2pm everything sparked into life with commentators coming over the loudspeakers and incredible sailing yachts appearing on the water in front of us. It was fascinating,the experts on the speaker system told us exactly what the sailors had to do and it was so exciting to watch. Well probably more exciting for me as Amos didn't quite understand the proceedings on the water but fortunately there were two helicopters constantly flying over recording the races and these captured Amos' attention. That was of course until the recently potty-trained Amos wanted to go to the toilet. The toilets were, of course, portaloos with a lever to flush and the special disappearing antibacterial wash. These became the new highlight of the day as Amos became mysteriously full of liquid that had to be constantly dispensed with in the portaloo.
Ten out of ten Plymouth for doing such a good job the America's Cup was brilliant - but for Amos the toilets were off the scale!!




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Amos on the big wheel (more about this later) with the Plymouth Sound behind