Something Cornish this way Comes

It started off dull and damp, ended up bright and breezy. But not a metaphor
for my send-off at Plymouth Hoe. More friends and rellies than you could
shake a camera lens at, including a very pleasant photographer from the
Western Morning News. So off I jolly well set with my old chum Miki (yes,
he really is old) riding shotgun as far as the Torpoint ferry, which should
have been the first of three, but turned out to be two.

Dived in for a cheeky cuppa at Mount Edgcumbe with another old mucker,
Ian Berry. Cheers matey! Then on on past Napoleonic forts, an abbey, a
proper Rapunzel style castle, sundry ancient churches and another ferry. I
cheekily informed the ferryman that the Torpoint ferry was cheaper
(subsidised), and still blagged some money off him. Top man, but typical of
the generosity of all and sundry so far.

Tonight, a lamb tajine with Nige and Sarah down in Budock Water, near
Falmouth. Spoilt or what? Have done 110 miles today, a slow old job on the
little Cornish lanes. Today's best place names? A toss up between Trelispen
(which happens after too much St Austell ale) and Boswinger, where they
can't decide to complain or just enjoy it. Think about it...

[Several photos of the first day are up in the image gallery. -Ed.]