Land's End was eerily still and fog-bound this morning. A siren hooted through the mist.
To save time, please take it as a given that all that followed today was corrugated in the extreme.
Coffee stop in Penzance in the friendly and super-cool Exchange Gallery, where another kind lady forced a donation on me.
Gradually the mist lifted and a sapphire sky emerged as I puffed through and near villages, distinctive to my eye and ear for their splendidly evocative names: Blowinghouse, Praze-an-Beeble, Joppa, Relubbers, Numphra, Treen, Polgigga...
A long whoosh down to Perranporth, basking in afternoon sunshine. Fascinating to observe the holiday outfits chosen by many. Though no trendster oneself, one can't help the occasional: 'What were you thinking?'
No temptation to surf here in Newquay. Me in a wetsuit? What was he thinking?
And, should you wish to listen, here's today's podcast. Yesterday's should play immediately afterwards. Can't master the tech to get them the correct way around!
