Today was (is) Vic’s 75th birthday. What an accomplishment!
In the middle of the night last night, to the accompaniment of rain and thunder, we could be heard giving thanks for having nine days of walking without rain. There was a break this morning while we rolled our luggage to the train station to get to Oxford.
Our rental car was upgraded considerably to a hybrid Corolla. Thus equipped we were off in the rain for the 300 mile drive to the tip of Cornwall. Because the car is hybrid electric it has all manner of bells and whistles. The gas consumption is indicated at 60 mi/gal (imperial), which is pretty good. It took us about 5 hours, and we did it all on the wrong side of the road. Mostly anyway.
Cornwall gets a bit of ‘end of the world’ sort of at this point. The four lane divided gives way to two, then less and less to eventually one extremely winding lane between stone walls with this brand new so far unscratched rented Corolla. The terrain is barren, windswept bracken, and the road is an old cowpath.
We arrived at our destination, the town (?) of Morvah (look it up – better use Google Earth or Maps, and a magnifying glass) and a phone call got us to our accomodation. It is a stone cottage attached to a couple other similar cottages a half km from Morvah.
It is quaint beyond belief. The landlord had built a fire in the stove to warm the place for us. When we indicated we were unlikely to drive the two km to, and back from, the pub in the dark after a supper, he gave us the remains of his fried rice meal so we wouldn’t have to drive. He is really nice. This is going to be a very interesting three days. There are several walks in the area that involve historical standing stones.
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