It was a relief to be away from the Rising Sun in Altarnun, where the wake was still in full swing. Has there ever been a more painful, toe curling tick in BRAPA history? I cannot recall one.
This pub you see now is the Kings Head, Five Lanes. Not GBG listed, but my base for the next few hours as I try to ring for a taxi, any taxi, to take me back to Launceston. Next bus 18:59, it is only about 16:00.
The rain has stopped, that is one plus point. But the pub opening hours aren't as kind, 5pm opening .....
You might have to squint, but the pub actually opens at noon on a Monday, but 5pm Tue to Thurs. Weird. No idea about Fri-Sun. 'Back to normal' isn't too helpful to the casual visitor!
I was having no taxi joy. Never have I rang so many numbers (two or three times on some occasions) only to be denied at every turn. Let us review them:
Ace - Far from ace. Crackly, vague, not recommended by anyone, had nothing, closed at 4pm. Useless.
Dan's Taxis - "Ey up, Dan 'ere. If you are getting this message, I'm probably out of range" came the dulcet pre-recorded northern tones of Dan. He was usually out of range, and when he wasn't, he had nothing for me. But he was genuinely helpful and tried to help me find a solution. One of the three 'big hitters' in the local taxi scene along with LJ and Launceston who stay open late.
Launceston Taxis - Another of the 'big 3', the most corporate sounding with switchboard, ooh la la. Sadly, despite late opening, full of false hope. When they told me nothing til 6pm at 3pm, I told them I'd ring back if I got really stuck. When I did, they suddenly didn't have anything til 9pm! I forgot to hang up one time when I was slagging them off and they must've heard, ooops!
LJ - Really nice mother hen style older lady. Had nothing, but happy to hear my tales of woe and recommended me a bloke called 'Cal' who didn't advertise online. She thought pubs closing entirely to the general public for wakes was poor form too.
Cal Duvall - Took me a while to find him, proper Cornish character could've crawled out of a Daphne du Maurier novel, and very nice but had nothing and warned me my problem was they were all on school runs and most of the companies then shut at 4-5pm.
Parnell - I took a note of the name when one of their cabs nearly ran me over on the road between Altarnun and Five Lanes, funeral person in the back (probably Dick Respect saying 'finish him!') Got a cheery wave when I ended up in the hedge. When I spoke to the lady, she was proper dismissive "Oooh no, we are based in Bodmin. Miles away!" and hung up on me. Rude, and in the grand scheme of mid Cornwall geography and the fact I'd seen one of their cars, a little bit dishonest too.
Oh dear! I needed a drink and a lady smiles at me (I've been sat on a pub bench so long, I've got bum splinters) and opens up bang on 5pm.
I wouldn't say the barmaid is the most engaging, sympathetic listener, but I force her to hear my tale of woe as I order a West Coast ale (I like Firebrand and had the Cornwall Pride in Altarnun). She chuckles and says 'another thing to add to your bad day, the West Coast has just gone!' so Pride it is. The pub feels a bit airy, not very joined up, with fleeting atmosphere if you know what I mean. Despite the pool table and quite a few customers coming in early, I actually feel happier out than in and retire to my outdoors bench.
Then, the first bit of good news I've had in hours. I spot a college bus not listed on timetables or in my book. Hurrah! God bless the 890 and Google Maps.
18:09 is 50 minutes sooner than I'd been expecting to get back. And 50 minutes less spent at this average pub. Yes, I don't think this will trouble the GBG compilers any time soon. I'd say Blisland and Altarnun and the Bell at Launceston are safe for now. I celebrate with half an Old Rosie, remembering that in all this turmoil, I haven't 'greened' the GBG for Altarnun yet!
It is a bloody satisfying greening, I tell you.
I make my way to the nearby bus shelter about 10 minutes early, no way I can afford to miss this bus if my dream for salvaging a third tick from this awful day is to be achieved.
|This definitely won't be my recollection of Altarnun and Five Lanes|
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I'm glad to report there were no more twists or turns or moments of pain today, and I was back in Plymouth for what in the end was a reasonable hour with a nice bag of food from Spa and to bed in good time. Three ticks doesn't sound much in a full day but rural Cornwall on public transport, well I guess that is what they call the 'hard yards'.