Up and in the shower at 4:30am on the Monday morning. If you want to achieve pub ticking greatness, these are the hours you sometimes have to keep!
Not that I did achieve greatness mind, but as they say, 'it is the thought that counts'.
The thought being 'get to the Isles of Scilly, Tresco to be precise, via train from Plymouth to Penzance, walk to ferry, ferry to St Mary, boat to Tresco, pub, & wow my Twitter followers with an impressive tick'.
But my plan unravelled quite quickly. The 5:30am train was cancelled at short notice. That put my Scillonian ferry crossing in jeopardy. Then, I noticed they'd sent me an email overnight with boat times. Into Tresco by about 1pm. But the last boat of the day from Tresco back to St Mary's was something ridiculous like 1:45pm! The St Mary's ferry being at 4pm.
Now had I been 100% sure that the Tresco boat would dock at New Grimsby Quay, a 5 min walk to the pub, I might well have still gone for it. But it might arrive 30 minutes walk away, on the other side of the island at Carn Near Quay, in which case I simply couldn't do it.
Once in Penzance, I trotted down to the ferry point. The passengers were still waiting to board. I asked two rough old salty sea dog chaps. Neither could help me! I couldn't afford to take the gamble.
Back to the drawing board on that one, probably next year when I'm down in North Devon. Going later in the week looks the better option, seems to be more mid afternoon boats. I think I know what to do now. Staying the night in Penzance and not Plymouth might help too!
Talk about being Tresco-thick!
Time to find some mainland Cornish ticks instead that open at noon on a Monday (good luck with that!)
|Plan aborted, hiding those tired eyes!|
|Silly not Scilly Cauli|
Back as far as the scroat hole that is Redruth. It was still only mid morning. An arduous bus ride takes me down into the Lizard Peninsula, winding our way agonisingly around our old mate Helston and the like.
I was aiming for Cadgwith. And the closest stop was Ruan Minor, a twenty minute walk away.
No sooner had I stepped from the bus when I felt a trickle of liquid running down my leg. First thought is 'I knew my bladder wasn't very strong, but I didn't realise incontinence had set in'.
Alas, no! My water bottle lid (one of those little clip things) had worked itself loose, and my bag was swimming with water.
I crouch at the side of the road and bail out! Luckily, no electronic devices were harmed. A moody and quite soggy Cauli emerged, but he'd dry. The biggest casualty was my Good Beer Guide. Sodden all along the upper half, the counties beginning with C - M most badly affected.
|Drying off gradually|
|A tricky water damaged tick|