St Michael's Mount from Penzance
Rob dropped me off at New Street station bright and early (6.30 am) for me to wait 2 hours for the delayed train! Could have had a lie in. When it eventually came, I was going to have to change at Exeter
instead of Bristol
but then I like Exeter. People watching was fascinating as always. I had a group of 16 year old lads sitting near me going for their first parent-less holiday to a caravan park. They seemed nice lads; had the music on but that was ok - cheered the mood of the carriage. Shame about the porn they were 'reading' very matter of factly like a newspaper. I didn't have much time to kill at Exeter but managed a coffee and a quick look outside the station to refresh my memories. Big stations are like airports - cosmopolitan and certain looks on people's faces - concentration, serious, intent on the tasm in hand. The second train was shared with a large group of Milwall supporter going to the Plymouth match and and old guy who was going to see his daughter in Cornwall. We enjoyed a chat when we could hear each other over the supporters. Sadly, they fitted all the stereotypes you hear about for them - ignorant, sexist, racist, etc, etc. They were police excorted from the train at Plymouth. They had a couple of young children with them to learn from the role modelling. By the time I'd got to Penzance
, I was dying for the toilet and headed for the station ones. I couldn't leave my bags outside the cubicle and it was very interesting trying to get me AND the bags inside! It can only be done by keeping the bag on the back at all times!! lol I was met by Estella (niece) and husband Paul at Penzance. They took me up to St Just where we found a nice campsite and they helped me put up the tent. From there we walked down to Cape Cornwall and back up the coast to a point opposite the campsite. I had done my first bit! (but without bag). They are real outdoor and wildlife enthusiasts so it was an interesting walk as they saw things that I wouldn't have done and I'm pretty good at spotting them. We enjoyed some good pub grub down in St Just.