would be our last day in Cornwall, since Monday would be completly
occupied in transporting us back the Heathrow. We began with a bus
ride along the North Coast on our way to Tintagel.
The villaage is near a headland high above the sea that was formerly
directly connected to the mainland but is now separated by an eroded
saddle. We had to take a Range Rover ride down to the lower level
before we began a climb up to the remains of a 12th C. Castle. As
we did we looked down on Tintagel Cove.
was a steep climb, in part a series of steps, and even after getting
to the castle we had a further climb to the top of the headland.
The view was worth it but there was no sign of Arthur.
that we went by bus to the small fishing village of Boscastle, just
east o f Tintagel. this was very picturesque but I think by that
time we were all beginning to wear out a little. After strolling
around with the Sunday crowd of tourists we were back on the bus
for a long ride back to Newquay.
we got there we had time to take a walk from the hotel to the gazebo,
or folly, that was on the headland east of the hotel. At least Barbara
got all the way as I gave in to my knees. The hardier members of
the group had gotten off the bus about 2 (more?) miles to the west
and took the coast walk back to the hotel. Then we all fell to a
final dinner and packing.