Monday was time to bid farewell to Cornwall. It’s almost 300 miles from Marazion back to Frodo’s storage facility, which is possible but less than appealing; we are getting into the 150-mile jumps frame of mind. Halfway back put as…

We thought that the tide times were on our side for a relatively early morning trip to the St. Michael’s Mount causeway to try and capture it disappearing under the incoming tide. We set off to get to the start…

I’m getting to be a veteran of bus travel; my old wrinkly’s bus pass has never worked so hard. This time it was taking me the short 12-minute or so ride from Marazion into Penzance. Again, we were dropped at…

New month, new campsite. Today we moved to Marazion on the south coast of Cornwall. This move is one that we had to be careful of regarding timing. We were supposed to leave our Godrevy campsite by midday but we…

I’m beginning to get used to this bus travel lark. Once again we decided to catch the excellent bus service from right outside our Godrevy campsite and ride the 35 minutes or so into St. Ives, just for something to…

Very little to report about today except that the weather was pants. We spent most of the day sheltering in Frodo while he rocked and rolled on his suspension. The campsite was due a visit from a fish ‘n’ chip…

A glorious day was in the offing. Francine was keen to exercise her artistic gene by visiting Tate St. Ives and, if you’re going to end up wandering about a town in the open, this seemed like the perfect opportunity.…

Morning today was pants with rain and a variably strong wind making Frodo shake, rattle and roll on his levelling ramps. We remained inside sheltering. The afternoon was forecast to brighten up and so it did, though the wind remained…

Whilst leaving Frodo overnight at Mr. Lola’s house near Stroud on our way down, we left the fridge running overnight on gas, something we very rarely do. Unfortunately, in the morning Frodo’s fridge was not on – the gas had…

We awoke to another decent morning. With another trip into St. Agnes on the cards, we decided to take a different route, this time heading up St. Agnes Beacon itself. Francine had done this little ascent on the afternoon of…