Big Sur & highway one

After wasting Monday morning at the Alamo car rental depot waiting for our car, along with about 50 other people, we set off later than expected out of San Francisco.  Found our way fairly easily onto Highway one, the Pacific highway which hugs the coast & gives amazing views of waves crashing etc.  Or at least it does when there isn't fog.  I believe this has been a particularly bad summer, it's been disappointing as we hoped for a bit of sun after the southern hemisphere winter.  We did get some glimpses, and some good views.  As designated driver, because Leon has developed a phobia of driving,  I didn't see as much, but it was still good.  We'd expected a narrow road with hairpin bends, but in fact it's wide & the bends are mostly reasonable, so although it was a slow drive, it wasn't too hard.  Monday evening we made our way through Monterey to Pacific Grove where we were staying in Sea Breeze Lodge - a 'cottage' that turned out to be a motel room that smelt very strange, but seemed clean enough if not very attractive.  A restaurant called Passionfish had been recommended to us by Clint Eastwood's golfing partner, so we went there. Before our table was ready, we went down to the seafront for a drink.  Walking through Pacific Grove (there were other people walking, jogging, exercising dogs so it didn't feel as weird as we'd expected) I heard a strange buzzing.  Looked up, and there were hummingbirds, feeding off blossom.  What a treat, they're just about my favourite bird.   The meal at Passionfish was delicious, so we rounded off our day feeling good.