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... She confirmed it was a shorter route, and said no one had ever come that way before. I wonder why? She also advised that the very private coastal property I slunk through was owned by a very private author, the one who writes the Tinker Tailor spy novels (John Le Carre I think) and suggested it was fortunate indeed he didn't spot me.
Had a pleasant but melancholy dinner down at the very friendly local pub with my host and hostess. I had much ...
... the old engine houses and chimney stacks dotted along the coast as if guarding it like turrets.
Seeing Shetland ponies grazing in fields as we walked past (Shetlands are used for conservation purposes to keep down introduced plant species).
Stopping for a well earned rest at Geevor Mine Cafe and enjoying a mini High Tea.
Finally limping into St Just, England's most westerly town, following several aborted attempts at ...
... rough and I enjoyed the walk much more than yesterday's. Evidence of the tin and copper mining industry was everywhere.
I've been suffering from stomach cramps for the last three days and my imagination has been running away with me (I kept thinking of how in 2006 Cate was suffering from stomach cramps when we were overseas, but she still did everything as only Cate would including climbing the Eiffel Tower via the stairs rather than using the ...
Rich, Tracy and Anne were all up early this morning as they had loads to get sorted for breakfast. Anne went to Asda early to get the last few things we needed for the table. The dining room was decked out with all sorted of Happy Birthday banners and balloons and the table was set then the kitchen became the focal point as we prepared breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, tomatoes, Tracy's lovely pancakes, toast and a huge bowl to mixed ...
6 June 2015
Just a short six mile hike today from Hayle to the very
popular tourist destination of St Ives.
As I walked I couldn’t help remembering a riddle in one of the Arthur Mee’s Children’s encyclopaedias that I must have read as an eight or nine year old.
“As I was going to St Ives, I met a man with seven wives, each wife had seven cats, and each cat had seven ...