St Ives With Your Sister (part 2)

Virgin Airways had safely landed me in beloved England once again. 

The flight itself was long, but almost without incident. I never did see a window, so could not tell you anything that I saw except the seats, the aisle, and the steady stream of people queuing up to use the loo directly across from my seat. 

After finding my sister safely, after tea and scones at Selfridges, and after our memorable night in London (tomato soup and bread!), we excitedly boarded a train bound for Cornwall:

"The train trip was charming! We sat together even though our assigned seats were far apart. Lots of time to gaze out at the cows, or sheep, or rolling hills and green fields. And we crossed the Saltash Bridge! May I say? It was all exactly as I had hoped! Riding on trains and reading a Rosamunde Pilcher book."

(So typically American).

Upon arrival we were immediately determined to find just the perfect hostess gift for friend Rosie, in Norfolk. Friend Rosie would be keeping us for several days, and so this generous lady deserved something great. Something spectacular! And we did, we found this stupendous pottery bowl - and the man who created it! Roelof Uys:

You can even see the Gallery where we found Uys and his stupendous bowl:

Once we had accomplished this, for three gorgeous days, we: 

• wandered the hills and streets of St Ives
• took buses to places like Penzance
• walked between Penzance and St. Michael's Mount
• had tea and scones multiple times at Madeline's Tea Shop
• visited the ancient and very solemn graveyard along the hills of St Ives
• saw the Barbara Hepworth sculpture garden
• had a Cornish Pasty and were assaulted by a very naughty bird

This last was sad because we were both so very hungry. It had seemed that only something Cornish would suffice to calm our appetites, and so I bought a pasty, and my sister had something similar. We were sitting on the beach wall, minding our own business and chatting, when that very ridiculous seagull swooped low, and aimed at/grabbed/gobbled down my sister's lunch! I have to say, he had astonishingly good aim. One moment she was taking a delicious bite, and the next moment, all present and future bites had disappeared. 

We were stunned. Bewildered! What to do? Where could one lodge a complaint? But there was nothing to be done, except try again. Only this time, my sister opted for something truly American - a milkshake! Chocolate. Delicious, surely. Only - it wasn't.. it wasn't thick. It wasn't tasty. It was, in fact, THIN. ANEMIC. Almost ghastly. We shuffled away, mourning the loss of that poor sandwich.

But fear not, we had learned a valuable lesson. Never, ever, eat a Cornish Pasty outside. Unless you wish to share.

See you along the way!
the SconeLady