Once upon a time there was a little boy who's parents didn't have a great deal of moolah and so spent many holidays in Plymouth because accommodation was free at various relatives' houses.
Because there wasn't a lot of money to throw about, these parents persuaded the little boy that a really great day out was to catch the Torpoint ferry and ride to and fro a few times. These rides were free.
Back in those days, the Torpoint ferry looked like it does in the photo above (I'm sure Bernard told me it was 1965), and the little boy believed every word that his Dad told him and so got very excited about riding on the Torpoint ferry.
Many years later the little boy, now mostly grown up, met a lovely lady called Nicky and they moved to live close to the Torpoint ferry that he remembered so well from his childhood, but sadly it was now a monstrous great thing which allowed bleedin' huge lorries on board.
(Many thanks to Bernard Mills for the photo)