We are veteran hikers now, and know better than to go on a walk to St Michael's Mount without provisions. So we brought along 2 Cuties, an apple, two Cornish Pasties (warmed and wrapped in foil), water, and 2 Cadbury's Dairy Milk bars. As we put these Iron Rations into my back pack, I worried a little about how heavy it was probably going to be. But as he always does, my husband kindly said, "Here, let me carry that." He is always asking to carry my things. You can see from the photo above that I am CARRYING NOTHING. He has been lugging my stuff around for 48 years, so I guess he sees no reason to stop now. I had made the mistake of washing my hair just before the hike, and by the end, it looked as if I had put my finger in the proverbial light socket. But my husband said nice things about it almost every half hour, and I DO NOT SEE what he sees in it.
We had completed this hike twice before, with varying results. Our hope today was that we would not step into ANY MANURE PILES. That is sort of a hopeless hope because of course we stepped into them. You almost have no choice BUT to step into them. That is because of the plethora of cows sharing their piles with anyone who happened by.
It was at times pretty nerve-wracking being one of those who happened by, on account of their sheer numbers, close proximity, and possibility of bulls. We came upon a young farmer who was moving his cattle from point A to point B as we watched. He looked nice, so as he moved them I asked about his bulls, and how many he had. He stated that none of his bulls were there today. The farmer did not say where the bulls had got to, but I felt better the rest of the day.
The best feeling of the day was when we came around a bend and saw the majestic St Michael's Mount, our journey's end. We still had quite a ways to go before we ended at the Mexico Inn, which is where we would get the bus back to St Ives.
The Mexico Inn is a famous pub for us because once when we ate dinner there, the SconeLady left her wallet with all her dollars and pounds in it, in their ladies room. I didn't realize it was missing until a few hours later when I had a quick panic attack. It is a long story, but the key point is that when I called the Mexico Inn about it, they said no one had turned in a wallet. I panicked out again, but the lady said hold on, she might as well go into the ladies room and look.
When she got into the ladies room, the wallet was right where I had left it hours before on the back of the toilet. When she came out of the ladies room holding that wallet, the customers all cheered. It was a miracle, and I will never forget it.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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