For the first time in my 42 years I have set foot on Cornish soil and it feels good. The journey here appeared to be going too well with the traffic leaving Cornwall a lot heavier than that heading into it. I guess it’s true what they say about the Cornish hating the Emmets/tourists, I just didn’t expect them to vacate the county in their droves. Luckily I’d left Okehampton when a caravan jack knifed across the A30 but true to form it all went tits up around Bodmin with the dual carriageway changing to a single lane for about 2 miles. Try squeezing several thousand cars and caravans into that. It’s hell. I guess when you’re reduced to doing less than 10 miles an hour you can take in the sites except there weren’t many. 4 and a half hours after leaving Exeter like a scared rabbit I arrived at the CS in Lanner.
The views are pretty spectacular and it’s so peaceful. The site owner was a little worried as judging by my email address he expected me to arrive like some fire and brimstone preacher, erect a cross on my pitch and tell all the sinners that they were going to burn in hell! I explained that it came from a My Chemical Romance song and was well suited to me as I attracted and took in the damaged and the waifs and strays. My friend who I’m here to visit and who I haven’t seen in over 20 years popped in for a cuppa. She hasn’t changed much at all and I’m quite in awe of everything she’s done and achieved in that time. In fact I feel like quite the fat failure compared to her, whose artisitic tendencies have upped and left. The only thing I appear to have done of any worth is upping sticks and hitting the road. I feel my life is badly in need of some inspiration and new direction.