Riding on trains and reading books is a huge part of the WOW factor of travel in England. As long as the trains are operational, and they don't have electrical problems, and the workers are not on strike, and the toilets inside the train aren't backed up (sorry), you'll have a great time! I did last Friday. The photo above was my first glimpse of St Ives this trip as I rounded the bend near Carbis Bay. I have read all four of Rosamunde Pilcher's major books in preparation for this moment and this view.
It is all part of my belief that life in Cornwall is not so much a holiday - it is a lifestyle.
A friend from back home has not yet made it to these shores, so I ply her with photos and explanations that will guarantee her eventual arrival. Already the magic of Cornwall has begun to draw her gently here. It's only a matter of time.
I would love to be hired by some sort of company that would PAY ME to recruit travelers here. That would be a blast! All these travelers would have to do is to see one teeny, tiny photograph such as the ones on this page, and the recruitment would take care of itself.
The lady I met at the railway station yesterday (when the train conductor so rudely swept past us) feels this same way. She wants to live here, and she wants to bring her family members. I feel and believe she will accomplish her goal. I saw it in her smile as she spoke of it, and she is young enough to have time to make it happen.
It is 9:53 PM here, and it has finally become dark. There are people outside my open window who are still wandering around on the sand, laughing and talking and even making new friends this late in the evening. Bunches of them have ice cream cones stuck to their faces. They are happy, their dogs are happy, and their babies pipe in with a happy language all their own. Everyone out there has one thing in common, dear Readers, which I think you will understand:
No one wants this week to end.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
Rosamunde Pilcher's former home, Lelant
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