Boscastle and Those Crazy Buses

So. Boscastle is extremely windy these days!

But still, even though the phone signal for O2 there is not exactly brilliant (think walking thirty minutes up a hill), you can't help but love it. The hostel has been fantastically refurbished since the floods; the people are friendly; and the local church not only acts as a sanctuary 24/7, but has free tea and coffee put out for weary travellers. You can't ask much more of a place, can you?

Liskeard, home to my friend Dan McCormack, was also well worth the visit: The Bean Cafe does excellent capuccinos, and the Tourist Information Office people seem to know pretty much everything. This could also be said of the staff at Bodmin's History Museum, though not so much of Cornish bus drivers: that's the last time I take the 584 from Camelford to Wadebridge instead of the 594! Lesson learnt for the future, methinks.

Well done to anyone who got their GCSE results by the way :-)

More updates on Friday!

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