Motorway...motorway...motorway...

So I'm back from Cornwall. For a small country it's amazing how far away some things are, it was a four hour drive from Penzance back to Gloucestershire at 80 mph, but it's not 320 miles so work that one out.

We left just at the right moment as Sunday morning was damp, drizzly and cold. In fact it was so cold on Saturday evening that the B&B put the central heating on. This is not usually required less than two days from the start of June and the alleged summer. The whole of Cornwall was also completely full by Saturday night for the long weekend so we got out while everyone else tried to cram their cars, caravans and kids into the Cornish peninsula. 

I don't really have much to add about the rest of the trip, we spent the last day in St Ives and I've said all there is to be said about that on here before. The difference this time was that the Tate Gallery was open and we all got made into a work of art. I have nothing but respect for the sort of artist that comes up with a simple idea and then gets someone else to do all the actual "art" for them.  This piece was by Roman Ondak and involves everyone visiting the gallery having their height measured on the wall in felt tip pen. Eventually there will just be a black stripe around the centre of the gallery. Clever, especially as the man himself is nowhere to be seen and may have never even been to St Ives, there's just some poor gallery curator measuring people in a West Country tourist town. Sheer genius. Fame, money and no actual work involved. I think it's barely art and I generally love contemporary art.

We left CG in Cornwall for the long weekend and as is traditional in these parts it's been absolutely pissing down for the actual public holiday so not much has been achieved apart form me buying a Ken Follett book and getting Stephen Fry's biography for a quid. In fact all the top 50 books in WH Smith are "buy one get one for £1"! Why do we never get deals like that in Australia? And why do so few people here seem to read when their books are so cheap? At least I have a massive Ken Follett opus to read on the train to Cardiff tomorrow and I can also use it to beat off any Welsh people that get too close.

Here's some pics of Cornwall to leave you with.

I assume you bring your own wellies;

Apparently there are real fishermen somewhere round here;

Lands End, on a not drizzly but very cold, windy morning;

St Ives Harbour, gods know how they get the lifeboat out at low tide;

St Ives, the bin men here must be very fit;

Oh, and Mummers;