Time for one of our irregular trips down to Cornwall.
First stop Treen Car Park. It's next to the camp site, which is shut for the winter, but there are public loos and a pub. And evening sunshine.
One other van in residence, and good beer at the pub, although their meals are very expensive, so we had Pasties which we'd bought in Penzance earlier. Yum!
Beryl met a "Big Boy" Commer at the Telecomms museum at Porthcurno.......
This vehicle, on an "Avenger" Coach chassis with a TS3 engine was specially made for the Post Office in the 1950s, for outside broadcasts of events. It was made to fit through the gates at Lords Cricket Ground. It is on loan to the museum after a very thorough restoration (it had been inhabited by "Hippies" at one time). Someone found it in a field and recognised the reg number as a GPO issue, so it got rescued. The museum want to fit it out with some original equipment at some time.
Pedn Vounder beach was looking lovely with only one occupant sunbathing......

Yes it was warm! We heard Choughs, but at a distance we couldn't distinguish them from the regular crows.
On to Cape Cornwall........
The sun was shining, and there was a magnificent sea running, with showers approaching across the sea. We had a great walk down into the next valley where there wasn't a breath of wind, and a couple of seals were mucking about in the huge seas, presumably feeding on all the sea life that was being dragged up by the surf.
We had had two nights at Treen, and spent the next two at St Just Rugby Club. Not entirely coincidental that the third place playoff, and the cup final were on the big screen there on those two evenings.........with cheap(ish) draught Guinness on tap. Bliss.
We just had to visit Botallack, and got this slightly unusual view of the iconic engine houses........
Unfortunately, in the end we had to come home. Some biblical rain on the Bodmin bypass which caused others to pull off into laybys. Not Beryl though, she waded on through. When we got home, I had to grease all those horrible nipples to squeeze out any water which might have got in.
We love West Cornwall, and I expect we might go again some time.
