Today was busy

Today we seemed to do a round Cornwall trip in a few short hours, the idea was at first to the visit the 'quaint' village of Padstow. The village is most easily accessed by a very dubious ferry, which takes one across what seems to be no more than mud and a few buoys (mostly decorative) the journey is maybe five minutes long at most before one is unceremoniously dumped at the other side. This other side is a slip way which shares access with the ferry and a loud, noisy man trying to sell his 'exciting speedboat' tours, a real favourite with tourists of a certain type, our good friends the chavs! Sadly, the above stereotype are the main tourists found in the area, sharing it rather unwillingly with those who stare at you as if your a piece of trash recently picked up by the harsh cornish wind. All in all the village therefore had a great atmosphere, if your into brewing storms! The shops themselves were all small and stereotypical 'small picturesque village' all offering huge sales which amounted to reducing maybe ten percent of the shop by five pounds, this was only if your lucky though. We spent maybe twenty minutes in Padstow before deciding it really wasn't worth our time, so after grabbing a pastie, a apple, custard and rhubarb pastie to be exact, we headed back to our luxury transport ready to return to the mainland. I call it the mainland loosely being Padstow is in fact connected to land just it takes ages and isn't really worth the hassle.

After much persuasion I pushed us to our next destination, one of the nicest cities i've ever seen namely Truro which should really be called the undisputed capital of Cornwall. Imagine a huge Winchester complete with all the shops one could ever want, all in all a material utopia, sadly among this huge selection I had only come here for one shop. I am by nature a cheapskate so TK Maxx was the intended destination, and oh what a glorious place it was nestled curiously between Mothercare and some second rate bank it offered all the clothes a cheap shopper could want, all of which seemed to be in the 'current season' which seemed odd considering some had cobwebs hanging off. Despite the deception of the age of the garments I purchased some fantastic bargains and left Truro with the post shopping glow one gets, aided by a brie, ham and grape crepe, obviously completely cornish. The journey home passed without incident except the infuriating weather which rained when you wound down the window and boiled you alive when you shut it, such is life!

S