The journey begins
We got up at 7 a.m. made a cup of tea – always a safe way to start the day. Freya had been taken to the cattery the day before and we had packed in the evening so today all we had to worry about was getting to the station on time.
Everything was in the big red wheelie suitcase which it is my job to haul. Tigger also had the case containing her laptop and I a rucksack for good measure. We heaved this, and ourselves, aboard a 205 bus which conveniently terminates at Paddington station.
We had nearly an hour to wait for our train so we had breakfast at the Ritazza coffee bar, watching a pigeon with a damaged left foot hop from table to table looking for scraps. The train arrived and our journey began on time at 10:05. It was to last 6 hours and, because of engineering works, to include a coach ride from Tiverton to Plymouth where we regained the train.
As we progressed SE, the weather steadily brightened and we arrived in Penzance to find it warm and sunny. Not that this lasted: by the evening it was as cold as London.
The little hotel is behind the station. The room is a bit small for two big people and we have to take care not to get in one another’s way but at least it’s warm and the bed comfortable.
In the evening we took a stroll round the town. Everything was closing so we concentrated on finding something to eat as we hadn’t had a proper meal during the day – a mezzaluna at Paddington and a cheese sandwich at Plymouth. We settled for an Indian restaurant and ordered vegetable thali plus a side dish of mattir panir, which we love, and lassi to wash it down.
After the meal we took another stroll, looking for somewhere to have coffee but it was so chilly we returned to the hotel and brewed up there. We always take tea with us, of course.
Tonight the clocks go forward which is annoying. It really is high time to stop this foolishness of messing with the clocks twice a year. We altered the time on our mobiles (my watch is radio controlled and looks after itself), set the alarm for breakfast and, as Samuel Pepys might write, so to bed.