We've gone ten miles and are excited that we've reached the gardens, where there will be lovely unusual tropical plants and, best of all, cream tea, So we are seriously bummed that there is absolutely no way in. We walk round and round, can see garden-goers enjoying tea, can see the marvelous private beach--but we can only see it over a stone wall with a locked gate. The entrance is way up at the top, with no access from the coast path.
So Bob hoists me up and I sit on the wall pretending to take photos, waiting to see if somebody comes running at me, waving their arms with angry aggression. When they don't, I slide down, and I'm in.
In this meantime, Susanne has yoo -hooed over the wall. Her hand gestures explain exactly what she's asking of the poor man--who was simply trying to enjoy a tea and the sea view while his wife was traipsing round the gardens, and has no idea how we can get in. When they look down and see that I'm already in, Susanne is aghast but comes running anyway to join me. Eventually, we are all three over. It was like breaking into prison.