Sunday lunch was at The Badger, a "carvery". In US terms, this is similar to a buffet, but you only go through the line once. The server carves off what pieces of meat you want (I had roast beef and pork, though I should have gotten some lamb, too), and puts a Yorkshire pudding on your plate (asked for or not), then you serve yourself from the assortment of veggies - potatoes fixed at least three ways, cauliflower, green beans (yay! no peas!), sweet potato mash, onions in gravy, stuffing, perhaps a couple I've forgotten. Then you slather gravy over the whole mess which seems to be a mandatory thing. In any case, it was pretty good even though the waitress got our dessert order wrong. In doing so, I discovered I'm not fond of custard - the ice cream would have been preferred over the Apple & Blackberry Crumble - a Proper Crumble, mind you.
|Bins for each kind of material...|
After dumping all the trash (elapsed time: 4 minutes), we headed to Penzance again. I needed to pick up my train tickets for Friday, and Derek needed to pay a bill and make an appointment at the bank. I guess it was a good idea to get the tickets early, as the kiosk would not accept my non-PIN & Chip credit card, and the info desk that was able to swipe it and print my tickets closes at 20:00, an hour and forty-five minutes before the train leaves on Friday, and probably an hour before I planned to arrive at the station! Afterwards, I walked along the walk beside Penzance's harbour...here's a panorama of the scene (the exposures were different, so it kind of sucks, but you'll get the idea).
|The harbour is to the right, the large rocky lump just left of center is|
St. Michael's Mount.
There was a display that was not well documented as to why the event happened when it did, and where it did, but with all the attention given bullying in schools there days, I thought the message was important, if the circumstances of its posting were not.
I took a picture of "the sign", and one of the Cornwall Air Ambulance display, then we beat feet and headed out to find a proper lunch.
Lunch was not difficult to find. We headed up the hill to the First and Last Inn in England, so named because it is the last pub before you get to Land's End, and the first one you get to when you leave (assuming you approach from the top of the hill, and not from along the coast). It is next to the St. Sennon Parish Church, founded 520 A.D. I don't think the pub has been here that long, but I suspect it popped up not long afterwards (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).
|St. Sennon Parish Church|
|The Fanous First and Last Inn in England|
I had a ploughman's lunch, with smoked mackerel. It was served with crusty bread (very, very good), a chutney of some sort (also very, very good), a salad "garnish", a pickled onion (YUMMY), and oddly enough, nachos and some sort of mustardy salsa which was OK, but not exactly authentic to a traditional ploughman's lunch.
We took the coast road back, with the intention of stopping at the Tinners Arms for a pint. It's a beautiful drive, and the tin mine at Carngalver caught my eye so we stopped for a look around. Tin mines started up hundreds of years ago, and as technology of the time allowed, became deeper and longer, some of them reaching well out under the Atlantic Ocean. Needless to say, this was dangerous business, and many men and boys died in the business of making money for the owners of the mines which are scattered all over Cornwall. These pictures show the Engine House, where the boilers for the steam engines were housed, and the Winding House, which held the winches and lines that pulled the ore to the surface.
|Yep, that's me!|
|The Zennor Parish Church tower, visible from |
a long way away, as many of them are.
Tomorrow, who knows? Cheers!