Christmas is only a few days away

I’m at Lisa’s, in Penryn, Cornwall, England, United Kingdom

the Christmas tree is upTime to pick up Lisa’s grandson Oliver and drive down to Mousehole, to see the Christmas lights

Christmas Eve, we walked the 2.5 miles from Penryn to Falmouth Harbour to catch the ferry to St. Mawes

greats view of Falmouth from the water

there was a plethora of pubs to choose from in St Mawes. We started in The Victory Inn

and then moved on to The Rising Sunfor lunchfollowed by a walk and a swing, on the swing at the beachThen it was time to catch the ferry back to Falmouthenjoying the view of St. MawesThe local choir was singing in the main street in Falmouth, which was packed with an appreciative crowd We hit the town Christmas Eve for a drink (or few), ending up in The Seafood Bar drinking their craft beersany beer with 8% alchol is bound to taste as good a their unpasturised Double IPA, “Planets Don’t Sparkle” did.

(the 7.7.% stout was very good as well)The music playing in the bar sounded familiar, so I asked the proprietor what is was. The “Dead Kennedys”, an American, punk band that I saw live in Brisbane in the very early 80s, which gave me some kudos with the proprietor, who while he may have chosen the playlist, was not born then.

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I had been hoping to go to midnight mass at the catholic church in Falmouth, St. Mary Immaculate 

It was a 40 minute walk and the forecast was rain, so I went for the second option, the Anglican church, that was visible from Lisa’s verandah, St. Gluvias

Christmas Day, I got to open my presents

Lisa is keeping with the Highland Cattle themethen I helped Rufus unwrap his presentsthen off to see Oliver on Christmas morningThere is a Cornish tradition of going for an ocean swim at midday on Christmas day, at Coverack. 

I could not just watch (could I?). Although I had some trepidations, with the car thermometer reading 1.5 C, at 9.50a pint to fortify me,

before stripping down, to joining the crowd, that had done it numerous times in the pastthe video is longer then usual (so you can get a decent exposure to the shreeking from the cold), the stuff with me in it, is towards the end

if there ever is a next time, I will put on a better performance for the audience.

The beer afterwards in the Coverack pub, was very enjoyable.

they have a beer on tap, called Proper Job, which apart from being enjoyably drinkable, give me a chance to say that I have a proper job, for the first time in years.Another British tradition is the Boxing Day Fox Hunt (although it is now illegal to actually hunt foxes).

So we had to go the Helston, to watch the hunt leave.

then it was off to the West Coast, to Sennen, to give Rufus a run

Lisa was now in full on tour guide mode, taking me to all her favorite places on the west coast.

Next Stop was Botallack, to see the remnants of the copper and tin mining operations.

over 100 years ago, they were sending mining shafts under the ocean from here. Acquiring the skills that made Cornish Miners, respected throughout the world

next stop was the Gurnard’s Head pubwhich was easily identified, by it’s distinctive baby poo yellow paint job‘I am definitely, currently getting less than 40miles to the gallon’Next stop was Zennor, to enjoy their old church.

Which unfortunately was closed, but the pub across the road wasn’t the pub was decorated with hops plants, strung along the raftersLisa recommended a locally brewed beer called Mermaid, one of the best beers, that I have ever drunkAs she did when we were driving back from ROAD TRIP, Lisa added a Mystery Destination to our trip, back to Penryn Angarrack to see their renowned Christmas Lightsscattered throughout the village was lights for the 12 days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me, A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Two turtle doves,
On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Three French hens,

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Four calling birds

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Five gold rings

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Six geese a-laying

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me, seven swans a-swimming

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, Eight maids a-milking

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, nine ladies dancing

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, ten lords a-leaping

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me, eleven pipers piping

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me, twelve drummers drummingnext up on our adventure, is to find a living Rudolph…….

Hoping you all had a very enjoyable Christmas and all the best for the New Year (2020)There was still a few days, after I put this blog post up, before we left Cornwall for our next adventure, so I have added the photos from there, to the end of this blog post.

We drove east for the day, exploring the southern coast.

This is looking across the Fowey River at Fowey.

we caught the vehicle ferry across to FoweyDaphne du Maurier, the author of The Birds (which Alfred Hitchcock, turned into a movie), was a famous resident of Fowey, which was the inspiration for this sculture “Rook with a Book”On the drive to Gatwich to catch the flight to Latvia, we stopped off at Stonehenge.

When I came here 45 years ago the car park was close and we could walk amongst the stones. Not anymore, the carpark was 2kms away, with a walk to the stonesthere was at least a thousand people here (if not several thousand), inclusing half the population of China.

this want-a-be Gangster was great people watching the stones were still impressive, backdropped by the setting sun