From nowhere – heat arrives. Its 22 degrees. It was sleeting on Monday. But we’ve checked out and are sitting on a week’s worth of luggage on the beach until the train leaves at lunchtime. Doubly saddening is that not everyone is leaving today – the party in the sun will go on without us, as we leave for our all-day train ride. Still – it has been a blast (and not just of wind and rain).
Time for a final luggage drag through the now very sizeable Good Friday crowd in town, past Christ the Redeemer and his many followers, in fact.
We pull slowly and sadly out of station and arrive 10 minutes later at St Erth, for our first change of the day. Lug all bags off the train only to learn that the next one is a bit broken and may be cancelled. It’s a Bank Holiday and the chances of another one coming soon are significantly lower than on a normal day. And we had seats on this one! Agh.
Our connection rolls in an hour later than scheduled. We are happy to see it but the delay is just long enough for the prospect of our subsequent connections (with seats) to disappear over the horizon. Spend whole journey listening to announcements advising which trains are, and then it turns out, are not being held for us and where we should, then shouldn’t, change.
Many hours later, in scorchio sun, we arrive, just shy of the delay required for full refund (of £7), and just as everyone else is off to the bar in magical St Ives.
The next day the hospital called to say the arm is broken after all, and asked if we could we go back to A and E for another x-ray?
I loved reading this! 🦙🦙🦙
Great memories of a fantastic week ❤️
You can’t beat a pair of fluffy alpaca twins, sleet, rum based cocktails and a gang to hang with. Good times!