I’ve just tried to Google Dorothea 1535 Mevagissey to see if I could come up with a nugget about who Dorothea was and why she’s immortalised in the cast iron railing on the harbour side in Mevagissey but a quick search revealed nothing of interest so I can’t throw any light on her or her railings other than what I’ve already said about their location and the fact that if they’ve been there since 1535 then they’re doing remarkably well. I love the fact that she’s gone yet her memory is being preserved by something so long-lasting and colourful. But then that’s me really – I just love vibrant colours so the rust bleed onto the granite is very beautiful in my eyes.

This morning, wracked with guilt about yesterday’s events and tossing and turning in my bed from 6am when I woke, to 8am when I eventually got out of bed, certain beyond all doubt that no more sleep would come my way, I decided that we needed to step back a bit.

So, I made him breakfast in bed, then was just about to suggest we go out for the day when he got in first.

My plans for domination of the Cornwall Coast Path are starting to be more ambitious than walking both ways of each stretch – we can walk further in a day if we don’t have to retrace our steps (to get back to the place the car is parked) and can get back by a different method. I’ve hit on the idea of there by foot and back by boat. So we went to Charlestown (I thought it a joyless dump the first time we went there, when it was pissing with rain and neither of the pubs would allow us in with R&A, despite the fact that they were completely empty and to be honest, my opinions haven’t changed much, it’s all ‘don’t do this, you can’t do that, this is not allowed, how dare you…..etc etc) to see if there were any little craft that nip along the coast to Mevagissey. Unfortunately there is no such ferry, probably because the people who own it don’t believe in the sea being fun, so we progressed on to Meva to see if there is anything there that might fit the bill.

In the event, we did find a boat in Meva, but it’s not much use to us for the coast path, as it goes all the way past Charlestown and St Austell to Fowey before stopping and at 20 miles or so of up and down hard walking, that’s really more than a walk and more of a route march so we decided that we’d just have to break it into smaller chunks and continue the there and back policy.

As the sea was like glass – as calm as could be, we decided to risk my travel sickness and do the trip there and back, just for the fun of it. It was terrific – a really jolly jaunt.

Later, we met up with the person who was chewing my ear off (quite rightly) yesterday and thankfully she’s calmed down, recognising that we’re not to blame for the situation she finds herself in and therefore losing her animosity. Phew.

So, I can say with cast iron certainty that I’ve had a much better day than yesterday and hopefully both DM and my new friend are feeling less angry with me.

Last year, my story was about Corby Trouser Presses, even though the link to said item was tenuous in the pic.