Easter in Cornwall!

A view over the lake on Bodmin Moor. We'd planned to camp here, but the wind and rain convinced us to keep going south. We later learned that this moor has played host to settlements of people throughout time, beginning back in the Stone Age and serving as a center for trade of stone axe heads! Also interesting is that near this lake is The Jamaica Inn, a famous establishment which featured in Daphne du Maurier's classic book by the same name. Entirely by coincedence, of course, this Jamaica Inn is where fishing licenses are sold for the moor.



This here is Land's End, literally. It's the furthest most point of England in the south west. Above are the eateries and other things that we humans clutter across special places. The first picture was taken, I think, because Land's End clothing is a company from Andie's home area. Some of her family has worked in the one there, but not in the one pictured here.

We appreciated the sign. Without it we may have been caught unaware that these towering jagged cliffs were dangerous.


More cliffs. These too are dangerous, we were told, though there was no sign.


Andie talking to Momma Honsch, whose family originated in Cornwall. We don't know for sure, but rumor has it that they immigrated to escape the dangerous cliffs.


Notice my shadow in the lower right corner. This is the second time I've seen it here in England.


As the sign says, this young lad is soon celebrating his 1500th birthday. Please send letters, he doesn't use the internet.

Since most of our trip was spent driving, this is the only thing that kept us sane: BBC Cornwall Radio.


Yep, that's where we were: Falmouth.


Me.


Truro, the capital of Cornwall, and its towering cathederal. We went to Easter service there.


Andie as a Cornish lady. Rather full in figure, don't you think?

Me as a Cornish lady, trying to put out the vibe for a strapping miner man.


Me, the solemn miner man.


Just short of heaven: scones, cream, and tea.


A treat: Looking out the window of the B&B our last night in Cornwall.


Andie celebrating the end of her Lenten fast from chocolate.


An Exmoor pony. This is a native breed of pony that has lived wild on Exmoor for a very long time. Exmoor, by the way, is a national park just an hour or so from us. It's incredible.