Our St Ives Changeover day has always been a Friday, taking us from one cottage to the next. The details moved along nicely today (including the train to Truro), until we noticed that nobody had called to say our next cottage was ready. This did not bode well. They should have called. The SconeLady's husband went so far as to wonder out loud whether we would end up sleeping under a bridge.
I said that would be ridiculous, such a thing has never happened, and the cottage people would never let us sleep under a bridge. I called the office.
Much to my chagrin, the office said our cottage was not ready for us yet because we did not have a cottage! Another family DID have a cottage - our cottage - and we were going to have to find somewhere else to lay our heads.
Oh no! - a BRIDGE!
To cut this mercifully short, all was not lost, it was not the end of the world, and in fact here I am hours later, relaxing on an ultra comfy leather sofa in the TREGENNA CASTLE LOUNGE!
The Tregenna Castle is a lovely and enviable location bearing many Rosamunde Pilcher story lines. I could hardly believe it. I knew She had been here, in this very spot, thinking up plot points and drawing us all in.
We needed a cab to take us to the castle (one should never pull suitcases up that hill), and as we drove along, the cab driver asked, "What is it that made you come to Cornwall?"
My favorite subject.
"I became interested in Cornwall when I read Rosamunde Pilcher's books!" I exclaimed. "Are you familiar with her?"
The cabbie said, "Well yes, I, ah, play soccer with her son." What had he said? He played Soccer with her SON????
I about fell over in the back seat. "You are so lucky!" I breathed.
"Yes, I am," he replied. "Mark is a splendid fellow."
"Does he ever let himself be... visited?" I asked, sort of hoping the cabbie might somehow pull it off. To this, however, he indicated that Mark Pilcher is typically fairly private.
Oh well. It will have to be enough for now that I sat in a cab whose driver played soccer with a Rosamunde Pilcher family member.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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