It had to be done.

Our weekend in Wales didn’t begin completely smoothly. Even before we left we learnt that out trains on the way back would be mostly cancelled and fully chaos, and the journey out was slow enough that even a heroic run from platform to platform couldn’t save the connection. Still, waiting for the next train we met a very kind Welsh man who was more than willing to make suggestions for our stay, so things weren’t all bad. You know you’re in Wales when….

Our very-last-minute Eastertime Cornish adventure mostly involved lots of plants, a couple of Cornish pasties, someone eating scones with jam and cream in a manner that can only be described as ‘possibly offensive to the English’, and a few miles of strolling along the coast.