Blogs from St Just, Cornwall, England, United Kingdom, Europe

Well day 1it is - the morning flew by and at about 11.30am the Greens came round to wish me goodbye - and so I was waved down New Road heading to Swindon station. It felt like it had all begun the sun was shining and all good. 12.42pm train to Bristol then change for Plymouth and then a little local train to Penzance. Louise, Jess, Mollie and Ollie waved goodbye to me from the platform as the train slowly pulled away. And then on my own - it had started - I thought I would read but too excited and just looked out the window and eat my packed lunch !!! squashed in a holiday train, leaning on the window again old green trees and grass green, jumping, shiny, winding stream a fat river ever ... read more

SORRY - Hoping that the whole blog comes through now!!!!! Throughout the night the wind buffeted Georgie and the rain continued to hit her at every angle, we stayed snug and warm inside her, a great shower this morning while Woolly slept…… Woolly says – I was conserving energy!!! The rain was still lashing down although the wind had calmed somewhat we regretfully decided to head onwards and leave Padstow behind us. With gusts blowing Georgie every which way and Ian working hard at the wheel and, the girls attached to the windscreen actually agreeing for once, we set sail for the end of the world!!! No not the end of the world Woolly, Lands End, it’s the most south westerly point of the UK and is famous for the distance between there and John O’Groats ... read more

Cornwall was covered in thick cloud when I arrived, I passed St Michaels Mount and made a mental note to self that’s a must see. Once I found the hostel, which was situated down a very narrow country lane which allowed one vehicle at a time, hum this will be fun if someone else is coming the other way; my reversing skills are very wobbly. I discovered that reception wasn’t open till 5pm so I headed off to Penzance a larger town that was right by the sea. As I drove around town I noticed all these boats on the sand lying on their side, when the tide goes out here it really leaves home. Forget the saying, miss the boat bad luck if you miss the tide. I parked my car and wondered around the ... read more