Val and I are jumping on a train at 9:30 from Norwich to go to see Chris and Anne in Constantine in Cornwall for a few days. We’re looking forward to it. Hopefully the weather will be good.
The hardest bit, as always, is knowing what to pack and leaving Bob at home and our garden, which will need some attendance, and hopefully Chris, one of our neighbours, will water the garden successfully.
So we’re on the train to Falmouth and we’re flying.
We made it to Truro with just moments to spare to get the next train from Truro to Falmouth Docks. The train was waiting for us, and we managed to get a seat. Hopefully we should manage to join up with our friends in Falmouth in about 20 minutes.
The next part of our journey is by car from Falmouth Town to Constantine, and the roads are very windy.
We got off the train at Falmouth town, but no one was there to greet us because Chris and Anne thought we were getting off at the station before. After a few moments, they arrived and picked us up, and we had an interesting drive back through the lanes to Constantine. We had a really good evening meal and chatted until what was very late for us.
Wednesday the 5th of August
This morning we drove to Lizard.
We stopped for lunch.
We didn’t walk far but it was very pleasant. the sun came out and the sea was as flat as a pancake.
By the time we got back to Lizard, I was gasping for a cold drink and ice cream.
Thursday the 6th of August
This morning we headed for St. Maures, which is a little port where we took a ferry to the other side of the inlet and started a walk, which is recording as we speak.
We stopped for lunch.
A well earned dram
Friday 7th August
Our 6th wedding anniversary
We are off to Frenchman’s creek. The area written about by Daphne du Maurier
On finishing the walk we went to have lunch and celebrate our anniversary.
We drove to the new inn. Manaccan, Helston.
The meal was good
Saturday the 8th of August: the return journey.
Anne and Chris dropped us off at Penryn station, where we could have got off when we arrived. If we had done, we wouldn’t have missed Chris and Anne, who were waiting for us there, but that’s another story.
It’s 10:46, and our train is due to take us to Truro at 10:59.
We’re home and Bob is pleased to see us ❤️
We have been home long enough for the laundry to be done and the routines to reset, but my mind is still somewhere on the South West Coast Path. Cornwall leaves a distinct physical imprint—the muscle memory of steep climbs above turquoise coves, the smell of woodsmoke and sea salt, and that expansive, unhurried quiet that settles in as soon as the roads narrow down to single-track lanes. It was the kind of trip that felt both grounding and wild, where the simplest things—a hot drink against a sharp sea breeze, harbor lights turning on at dusk—felt completely restorative.
Val and Peter Ball are ....... 