T shirt, M shirt

We are so close to the end.  It’s been very fun because everyone reading our t-shirts shouts out “You’re nearly there!”   An insightful observation that we are surprisingly already acutely aware of.  More than one shouted “which way are you going?” which is quite funny what with the answer being emblazoned on our chests in large white letters.  All comments welcome and so well meaning.

It was a special day on another front with regard to our shirts.  Our B&B hosts made a contribution to ALS.  We stopped at a tiny shop for an ice-cream at the seaside town of Hayle and a woman shared her MND story with us (Motor Neurone Disease as it’s known in the UK) and gave us another donation. Later in the day, cycling along the waterfront in Penzance, a couple stopped to chat about their MND story, and they too gave us a donation.

The sun shone all day!

Last day tomorrow.

Same sign from our Cornish cycle of 2 years ago. Same fiddler!
St Michael’s Mount. People hanging out here since 4000 bc.  Parts of the monastery go back to the 1100’s. Present day pricey tourist trap.
Penzance Harbour. If only someone would stop singing ” I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
We’re in the little village of Paul near Penzance.   It comprises a church (just visible in the picture), the pub where we’re staying, and a few houses.
Margaret refuelling
Tony taking a bath in a large glass of best bitter