One last view and walk-around in St Ives - sorry to leave the town, but less sorry to leave the World's Smallest Room that also contains a double bed. This is undoubtedly not true - I've stayed in a smaller one, on the Dieng Plateau in Java - but this was certainly ... cramped. But here are a pair of lighthouses: the one at the end of the town pier, and the other (albeit transported to Scotland) the inspiration for Virginia Woolf's hard-to-get to destination (and yes, there's considerable consternation about the proposal to build a block of flats that would block the view from Talland House, where VW stayed as a child).
Walking up to the Coastguard Station and old chapel, here's certainly a street that we'd be unlikely to inhabit, at least on the evidence of this trip.
Then back to Penzance - by taxi this time, since we had heavy bags - with a proThatcher, pro Winston Churchill, and seemingly pro Trump taxi driver: "at least he gets things done." A certain amount of disabusing took place.
More literary reference: the Admiral Benbow, made famous by Treasure Island, is just up the road from where we're staying (in a wonderful, wonderful bed&breakfast, Chapel House). I had an idea of it from when I was 6: it didn't look quite like this...
A bus along the coast to Mousehole - very pretty -
and yes, I know it's pronounced Mowzel, but the locals clearly relish the potential of how it looks.
But more bus problems! Not just getting there, and back - missing buses, despite what looked like a promising timetable - but for the residents of Mousehole itself, where the bus (since mid February) no longer goes down to the harbor, which makes it hard for the elderly, the infirm (all the people who don't drive) and so on.
And back to our room - complete with a seagull outside. One can actually see the sea very easily - just not from this angle ...
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