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Published: July 12th 2012
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Jokes about the weather grew stale as we set off in rain...again.
Those who are aware of Graeme's handyman proclivities will not be surprised that there was a miraculous shortening of another burst hose after the elevation of the Bongo's water temperature made an unwanted stop in an old people's home in St Austell necessary. To fix the Bongo, you understand, not to find a new place of repose!
I stood there with an umbrella making occasional unhelpful remarks until the hands were greasy and the water jugs were empty.
Temperature back to normal, well the car's anyway, off we headed.
Time to whip out the National Trust card again. St Michael's Mount home to the St Aubyn family since the year dot. (1647 actually)
Windswept, we strode across the causeway still clad in our wet weather gear as the mist slid in and across Penzance Bay. The cobblestones, surprisingly not covered by weed wended their way and steeply wound up to the entry. Prtraits of various members of the family past and present greeted us as we made our way around, checking the 14
th century plaster frieze
in the dining room left over from when the house was an abbey, and the preparations for the imminent family wedding of one of the St Aubyn daughters, the first to be held on the island for 100 years. An extra tier of seating had been built into the small chapel to house the guests and one can only hope that they have a dry day.
Don't believe all you hear about 'downstairs' working so hard, Henry Lee, the butler in 1932 found time to carve a replica of the Mount with castle and house purely out of champagne corks, presumably not from bottles he drank.
Mousehole, Mozell, Mouzell or even Mizzle taking into account the mist and drizzle- however you wish to say it, provided no site for a camp so one of the best camping sites in Britain at Treen Farm further down the coast beckoned.
So was it one of the best? Unfortunately the mist never cleared long enough for us to find out.
Walking the cliff path to Porthcurno we were able to glimpse how beautiful the coast is here with its dramatically situated
Struggling with the devil
Something to think about when you get married! Minack Theatre. Tempting as it was to see The Importance of Being Earnest the continuing inclement weather quashed this desire.
Must be time for tea in Porthcurno's Harbour View Cafe but lack of any cash made this impossible. Were we really the only coastal path walkers to have arrived here penniless gasping for a cuppa? A surly Claire did not engage with my pleading. No use of cards, no cashback and no ATMs within walking distance. But wait, it
was 4 miles from Land's End! We had less trouble getting cash in Outer Mongolia, and that could be seen as the ends of the Earth.
The Logan Rock Arms in Treen came to our rescue with good food, coffee and some cash to line our pockets for the next few days.
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Trish Macdonald
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It looks so beautiful Meryl
Beautifui but wet bit like here at the moment..Enjoy your adventure..