I hadn't realised how bad I'd been until I realised how relaxed I'd become.
So a week's camping was to be had, Friday to Saturday at a very pleasant site in St. Hilary, north east of Penzance. Larger urban environments were avoided as were over-crowded beaches. Instead cliff paths and rugged coastline was followed, staircases cut into rocks climbed, dilapidated farmhouses clambered over and an afternoon was spent getting sunburned watching The Crucible at the most excellent Minack theatre. Rowena Cade, we salute you.
Local fish was eaten, battered, with chips, and breakfasts were cooked on the camping stove. And I was roundly thrashed 4 sets to 1 at backgammon. But it was a hard fought victory. No dishonour there...
And at least on one night I was able to lie looking up at the stars and listen to what's fast becoming my favourite album of the year: The Low Anthem's Oh My God Charlie Darwin. I think I recognised scorpio. Unfortunately the regular cloud cover kept the meteor show hidden from view.
It was a little sad to finally retire the old silver space tent after 20 years, 2 continents, 5 countries and 10 festivals but the new one was a veritable mansion in whatever they make tents out of these days.
Anyway, photographs are here.
It's fun being back on the bike again.
