|I'm sure there was something there yesterday!|
With the weather continuing on from the night before – blustery, cold, and very wet, we asked our hosts what we should do. They suggested St Ives as there was lots to do there indoors and it was a pretty town. Seems that every other person in the district was doing the same though as we couldn’t get near the town! Additional car parks had been opened and were pretty full despite being a decent walk downhill to the town.
We took this as a sign that we really were meant to go to the nearby Tinners Arms hotel – recommended by another (Sydney) Paul who used to live in the area. This was a much better idea, as at first we were the only customers. This old pub was built in 1271 and has low ceilings, stone floors and an open fire with mysterious notches on the lintel. When a couple of other customers arrived we were speculating with them as to what the notches signified. We had lunch of local produce and drove back to Penzance.
|Time for a Tinners Ale|
We had hoped to go out to St Michael’s Mount while in Penzance but with the almost horizontal rain and one look at people returning, we decided against it.
From Paul who escaped to play golf:
Cape Cornwall is the western most point of Cornwall with the fog (at 1st), then glorious sunshine then a blustery westerly straight off the Atlantic Ocean (fresh from Quebec Canada). A steep course where the odd lucky shot that landed on the fairway would roll Atlantic-wards into ankle deep grass, and the hedges (granite block filled with mud and overgrown by gorse) swallowed golf balls like dams and out-of-bounds markers in Australia! A thoroughly enjoyable foggy, sunny, damp experience.
|Notches on the lintel - why?|
|Fore - Paul's play|
|This definitely wasn't there this morning!|