Cornwall is beautiful and St Just is one of those places you think no longer exist in the world.
First on the list for us was a trip to the Minack Theatre. This place is truly magical – the work of one incredibly feisty, determined lady.
We had hoped to secure tickets to the Proms concert that evening, but the booking process had not liked our overseas IP Address and, by the time we were on British soil, it had sold out.
This worked in our favour as we were one of a select few roaming the theatre that morning and, as we were leaving, the heavens opened and didn’t let up until the next morning.
Next on the list was Lands End. In contrast to our first stop where everyone was smiley, happy and so proud of their home, from the local man who stopped us as we panted up the steps (primarily to let us know the coffee shop was closed because the owner was taking his daughter to Durham University, but our chat covered many subjects) to the ladies in the gift shop, Lands End was dour. Admittedly, it was pouring with rain by then, but no one was that keen either on seeing us, or being there themselves (Us to Man in Parking Booth: Do we pay you the entry fee? Man: Well, do you want to go in or don’t you? – Ask a stupid question, I guess 🙂 ). We looked at the first and last hotel, the first and last postbox (ironically no longer in use), the first and last giftshop…and then we decided we had seen enough.
Penzance, our next stop, was the exact opposite and, surprisingly, everyone who hazarded a guess at our accent got it exactly right down to the guy in the Post Office picking we were from the South Island. We had the best Cornish Pasties in the world for lunch (coupled with possibly the worst coffee, but you can’t have everything), sloshed around seeing the sights and then ventured back to St Just to dry out.
Dinner was at a pub in St Just which (have I mentioned) is a wonderful, little village made even more wondrous by the thick fog which had settled.