"Let's go up!" we said, knowing this would be no burden because we are used to climbing hills, now. Well, almost no burden...a walk to Knill's Monument is unique, and about as steep as they come. But up we climbed above everything and everyone else, until it was just us and the wildlife. We saw lush fields and dark green hedgerows; well-kept horses nourishing themselves and pausing to glance at the humans; blue skies with startling white clouds; and the sea, graced by Godrevy Lighthouse. To our left sat St Ives, and we stared down there at it, liking its shining presence in the bright sun. Its streets were still empty, and tranquil.
We went on. Knill's Monument was ahead of us, with its triune view and insightful etchings. On one side we saw the word "Resurgam", Latin for "I shall rise again". On another side of the monument are the words I know that my Redeemer liveth". Another win! Whatever else we might say about John Knill and his monument, at least he chose his words well.
But we mustn't gaze too much and possibly make them miss their train! There was The Digey to visit as well, as they'd not had that privilege yet. We'd better make tracks.
The experience of the Cream Tea was a highlight for the SconeLady, who had been hoping it would come through again. It isn't every day she has her son and his wife sharing it with her. And it did come through! The Digey remains the place where you will always find the scone of your dreams, wherever else you may go.
Only one thing more needs to be said about this sad but happy day. I nearly made them miss their train! Details of this near miss are not important, but may I say that grace is alive and well on this earth? May many others experience it, and spread it on.
So my sojourn is coming near to its end, dear Readers. But in almost no time I will be back, ready to share with you again what it is like to be an American, in Cornwall, in pursuit of the perfect scone.
See you along the way!
At The Digey Food Room