Praze an Beeble

A day distinguished by its mediocrity (I've been to college you know)

It wasn't warm, it wasn't cold. We had light cloud all day with the sun threatening to make an appearance, but usually failing. However, I'm not complaining - it didn't rain!

We did our 9.5 miles to Praze an Beeble (the name is about as much as it has going for it ) by lunchtime, the plan being to have our main meal at the pub and return by taxi. Ah, the best laid plans. The pub was shut until 18.00 and hoped it wouldn't 'cause any inconvenience' - well actually it did. Particularly, as the moment we walked into the village; the fish and chip shop turned off its 'open' sign, the post office had 'technical issues' and couldn't open, and the bakery put up its 'gone to lunch' sign. Mum and dad sat on a bench and made a Mars bar last for an hour and a half until the taxi arrived. Me I lay down and ate my Burns. um um.

We've seen loads of daffys again. It's a shame really, because they have all been harvested (in the bud) and the picture I sent yesterday, is of flowers that have come out since harvest, and will just go to waste. We've actually been wondering what all the rubber bands are that we have seen on the ground, they are too small to blame the post man - of course they have been dropped by the pickers, who all appear to be Lithuanian, which also explains why there are so many Eastern European plated BMWs in the rural area!

Interestingly, the taxi driver has done LEJOG twice - once in a Reliant Robin and once in a van.

When we got back to Marazion, the causeway to St Michaels Mount was covered by the incoming tide, and anyway, dogs aren't allowed, so they've decided to give it a miss. Instead, mum and I had the stunning experience of watching dad, pack and repack his rucksack ready for our onward journey tomorrow, knowing full well he'll have to do it all again in the morning.

Heyho!

Keep spreading the word.

M
xx