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I'm so glad I came to Cornwall.
After the DWJ conference, I was on a high, and I would have been quite happy to go straight home. However, it has been lovely to take a few days to relax, both after the conference and after the stresses of visiting relatives, here in the midst of beautiful scenery and very friendly people.
Here is the view from my hotel room
I have been pampered in a lovely room, where I've been able to have a BATH for the first time since I left home, where the restaurant serves beautiful fresh fish and whose pretensions to gourmet cooking mean that breakfast has been scrambled eggs with smoked trout on one day and the best eggs benedict ever on the other.
Yesterday, I caught the bus to Mousehole
(thinking of the lovely story book The Mousehole Cat, illustrated by Nicola Bayley). Mousehole, with its houses clinging to rocks overlooking the sea, reminded me of nothing so much as parts of home, ironically enough.
In the afternoon, I went to Land's End, and my bus driver very kindly gave me a wonderful tip, that I could walk from there along the Coast path to another little village and pick up the bus there. The walk was spectacular.
Today, I walked from Penzance to Marazion, where St Michael's Mount can be reached, and then caught the bus to St Ives, which is lovely. I wandered around, visited the Tate and finally caught another bus back.
I have had a cream tea, fish and chips (with mushy peas, which I discovered I'm not that keen on), wonderful ice-cream, and half a pint of bitter (which I also do not like as much as India Pale or Honey ale). Not all at once or all on the same day, mind you. Right now, I am healthily tired from so much walking and sleepy after another quite memorable dinner in the hotel restaurant.
Tomorrow is my last official day in Britain, but today was effectively the last, as tomorrow I will mostly be just travelling up to London on the train and then holing up in the Heathrow Yotel before flying home (HOME!!) to Canada. I may not post again until I get back.
I like the way the Cornish address everyone as "my love" or "my darling." Good night, my darlings!
After the DWJ conference, I was on a high, and I would have been quite happy to go straight home. However, it has been lovely to take a few days to relax, both after the conference and after the stresses of visiting relatives, here in the midst of beautiful scenery and very friendly people.
Here is the view from my hotel room
I have been pampered in a lovely room, where I've been able to have a BATH for the first time since I left home, where the restaurant serves beautiful fresh fish and whose pretensions to gourmet cooking mean that breakfast has been scrambled eggs with smoked trout on one day and the best eggs benedict ever on the other.
Yesterday, I caught the bus to Mousehole
(thinking of the lovely story book The Mousehole Cat, illustrated by Nicola Bayley). Mousehole, with its houses clinging to rocks overlooking the sea, reminded me of nothing so much as parts of home, ironically enough.
In the afternoon, I went to Land's End, and my bus driver very kindly gave me a wonderful tip, that I could walk from there along the Coast path to another little village and pick up the bus there. The walk was spectacular.
Today, I walked from Penzance to Marazion, where St Michael's Mount can be reached, and then caught the bus to St Ives, which is lovely. I wandered around, visited the Tate and finally caught another bus back.
I have had a cream tea, fish and chips (with mushy peas, which I discovered I'm not that keen on), wonderful ice-cream, and half a pint of bitter (which I also do not like as much as India Pale or Honey ale). Not all at once or all on the same day, mind you. Right now, I am healthily tired from so much walking and sleepy after another quite memorable dinner in the hotel restaurant.
Tomorrow is my last official day in Britain, but today was effectively the last, as tomorrow I will mostly be just travelling up to London on the train and then holing up in the Heathrow Yotel before flying home (HOME!!) to Canada. I may not post again until I get back.
I like the way the Cornish address everyone as "my love" or "my darling." Good night, my darlings!
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Have a safe trip home!
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