We arrived in St Ives, Cornwall on Monday night after a pretty easygoing travel day. Rubbish newspapers, Coca-Cola, and home-made rolls.We said farewell to Peter and Bernard at The Luna around 10.00 AM and, after a short detour, boarded the National Express at a very crowded (as usual) Victoria Coach Station.
Our journey took us out of London, onto the M4, and then onto the M5. We passed through Reading, Bristol and Exeter, where I saw the racecourse. We stopped at Plymouth and changed coaches for St Ives.
It was drizzly when we arrived, but we managed to find our small hotel without too much trouble. The chap let us in, and showed us to our room. From the window we could look out over the coastline to the north, and the views would be spectacular on a fine day. It is supposed to clear up this afternoon - fingers crossed.
It was nice to have a change of pace after the rush of London. But it is all relative. The streets are very narrow here, so four pedestrians can almost be as hard to negotiate as 444 mad tourists in London.
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