Tony Said

There was to be another Moors Tour on Thursday morning, and we five were hoping to go. But reservations were essential, and we hadn't so much as turned on the computer. Then friend Rosie did, and I did, and then we called Tony, who called back and said, Yes we would love to have you on the tour, and bring a car, please, and wear good shoes please, and be at the car park for 9:00 a.m., and we will be back by 2:00. 

We were in!

We successfully met up at the car park after a series of complicated maneuvers which landed us in the right place, at the right time, early. The Moors Tour was excellent, Tony giving us more archaeological input than some of us had ever had, even in college. I'm sure they never told me about how the Paleolithic men could win in battle simply because their enemies were right-handed. It was all extremely insightful.

As we followed him from hilltops to castle ruins (two of us nearly getting stuck in a gorse bush), we saw above us the most glorious sky, crisp blue, wonderfully calm, and a day absolutely meant for us. All along the way, I tried not to think about the fact that it was the last full Cornwall day for friend Rosie, her Ted, and our Em. That is never a very happy thought! But we can always start to plan for next year, can't we? We will scheme, and consider, and maybe even add a week to our usual one.

When the tour ended, we said goodbye to Tony and the other tourists who had followed him (rather like a line of ducks), and then made our way back to the Tinner's Arms. There, four of us had Mackerel and one of us had soup (Carrot-Coriander). The lovely thing about eating pub food out on a pub terrace with green fields and blue sky surrounding you, is the conversations you can have. Almost all of the conversations that blossomed around that table ended in laughter. One of our laughter points was about how many Youtube videos can be found on the Mousehole Male Voice Choir. There are a TON of them, and if you listen to one, you can't just stop there. We had told Tony this, and he looked shocked and said we must have been thinking of some other choir. But we weren't.

As I write this, Rosie, Ted and Em have gone - one on a train, and two in a black convertible with the top down and looking more like movie stars than grandparents. But they would never dream of a movie star life when being grandparents is so much more entertaining and important. 

My cup of tea is empty now and it is time for sleep. But I probably won't sleep for a while, with so much to think about and be thankful for, so many prospects for the future - wonderful young people waiting, four blond cherubs wanting their grandma back, and a sweet life all set up and ready for the SconeLady to come back to. 

Oh, the joy.


See you along the way!
the SconeLady

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