So far, you may have read about my plans to travel to some really stunning locations the British Isles has to offer, well I can gladly say, I can tick off two more places on that long list. Cornwall and Devon! Wow, as I expected absolutely beautiful sites and to my surprise the weather actually held out for the week. The journey starts early-ish for me, travelling by train reminds of the books I used to read about the travels of Phileas Fogg- not quite around the world in 80 days but still it was an adventure non-the-less.
Cambridge on the fast train to busy, bustling King's Cross thankfully I reach London just after the morning rush hour which means the tubes won't be half as pack as it normally would be. Crossing the 200 year old underground network to get to the station that gave us the most kindest and cutest bear- Paddington. The smell of freshly baked pasty and baguettes had to wait as I had to find the ticket office to purchase my very cheap returns to Truro and back.
20 minutes to go before my train leaves, the last thing I was expecting was a flirtatious ticketing officer. It so made my day that he was actually gorgeous! Lugging around my purple flowered hippie suitcase did get some looks, but that was fun it helped me start some interesting conversations with a few rather cute gentlemen (that's another blog, wink wink , nudge nudge!) I know right! what stroke of luck with men, this trip was meant to be, and I was sure going to savour every minute of it.
The beaches had proper sand and the sea air was therapeutic to the dust and carbon monoxide filled lungs of mine.
As I whizz by the on the comfy train, my mind wonder and ideas of a pirate novel and the urge just to go 'Aye aye' and 'Urrh me matey' was tempting.
I scoff my yummy chicken salad baguette and gulp down the apple and raspberry flavoured water as I sat soaking up the warm rays of the sun, in the comfort of the train now that was whizzing by the Western coastline.
I had found my way to my B&B, and found that Cornish people are very very nice and cheerful.Stark contrast to the stern, stiff upper lip folk in the rest of the urban areas. Seagulls, they were like pigeons are to the streets of London, simply everywhere.
I made good progress, the day after my interview in Truro itself. I had a day and half to look around the West Country. I took a bus to Penzance- Pirates of Penzance came to mind, didn't meet any pirates sadly.
Had made it to several other places in between too; Falmouth, St Ives and of course had to go to Land's End.It has this land mark inn. As you approach Land's End, the sign reads : 'The Last Inn in England'-Nooooo (hehee) and as you make you way back away the sign would read :'The First Inn in England'-Sweet.
I covered alot of ground, met and spoke to some really sweet people who appreciate a good chat about anything and nothing, that added to the fun of travelling alone. It never seizes to amaze me who or what you may see. There are so much more out there to explore, if one had all the time in the world and enough of course money, I would easily be a traveller. Wonder what it must have been like in the days of horse and cart? No one had much money but had loads of time in their hands.
