Yup, well I've been wallowing...it's not a very positive place I'm in right now and to close my eyes is to awaken to another day of the same old tripe of which I have become accustomed, so the Internet is becoming both my twilight distraction and the cause of my non sleepy....but this schmooze is boring, a trifle selfish and as interesting as an episode of Eastender's so we'll move swiftly onward:
6 days in a row and I've not only been awake before midday (8/9am in fact) but have been out and about and been involved in some form of puff inducing exercise....go me.
Okay, so today I covered the most in terms of mileage but in a somewhat cheaty fashion as it was time to say farewell Natty and the Newquay area to Helston and my very good friend, railway enthusiast, former bell ringer, Blackadder quoting and tractor driver, Tommo.....via Megan from Devon who became taxi driver for the day.
I booted my suitcase and we travelled north, the opposite direction to where I actually needed to be for getting to Helston but I was dying to visit a place called Bolventnor, smack bang in the middle of Bodmin Moor and a pub called Jamaica Inn (fans of Hitchcock should be familiar). It's a rustic looking place and is home to an impressive collection of smuggling artifacts and, apparently, a dozen or so ghosts....I was basically looking for a bit of inspiration for the cogs of creativity which have rusted in recent months. It was very interesting and also had a nicely put together tale of smuggling, murder and other such damsel-esque debauchery which entertained sufficiently to warrant the detour....as did the slice of chocolate cake.
There was some discussion as to the next course of action, as we had much time to kill before meeting with Tommo in Helston, and after much umming and ahhing it was decided that a place called St. Mawes (at least in the right vicinity) was worth an inspection. Megan's driving I might add was both satisfactory and at times not unlike Super Mario Cart, but got us from A-B without needing emergency services.
St Mawes is a nice picturesque village, opposite Falmouth, it's compact and no doubt can get rather congested in the busy months, fortunately for us it was a wet(ish) non holiday day which also enabled us to explore the small castle in the riverside.
We set off for Helston after a couple of hours exploring and met up with Tommo for a wonderfully filling at the Blue Anchor...one of the oldest pubs in the country with over 600 years of brewing.
Oh and also for your viewing pleasure here's some pics of Petworth Park, a place dad and I ventured to recently for a wander just before Autumn kicked in: