The weather was not looking so good but decided to go at 9.30. The heavens opened shortly after. Too far to turn back, I have to go on to. The first village I come to is Gorran Church. Not even a shop. The bus on Tuesday left at 0930. Mised it. On to Beswinger. I know there is a YHA there. Should be a place to dry out there, methinks.
Well, I get to Boswinger. There is a holiday park on the corner, but thinking of a warm place with simpatico people, I go on. Wet, cold and ready to stop on, I knock on the YHA door.
A chap's head pops out the window. "What do you want?"
"A dry place and room if you have one."
"No. I've a school group in." All this, while he is hanging out of the window, as if I was a mass murderer. After some prompting, he suggests a B&B about six miles away. I ask if the holiday park might help, and with no specific answer, I put my pack on and trudge soppingly back up the road.
At the holiday park reception, the answer is "sorry, we're not really open for the season yet." But in answer to "do you mind if I dry out a bit", they say "no problem".
Having missed all the buses out of the village, I ask about the shuttle taxi. The nice man rings - to find out the taxi has just gone to the airport and is at least one and a half hours away. Ironically, it had left from the same pub I had left dry, only this morning.
Pondering my future and thinking - I'll just get a bus back to St Austell and get on a train, and give up.
A deliverer of publicity leaflets turns up, and yep! I get a lift out of here. Yes, yes, yes!
Next stop, Veryan . Sandy, my new-found friend, delivers attraction leaflets to all accommodation out this way, is most helpful about where to go in Veryan, and puts me right for striking distance of St Mawes and Falmouth.
The B&B is fab. The lovely lady dried all my stuff. Warm boots, and then the sun came out!.