slowly she turned

On Sunday morning, Susan and I relaxed in our cozy cottage while Lisa went to church at the chapel across the street from us. We finished our laundry, since we packed for a week, doing carry-on luggage only for our trip.

Since this would be our only day when we could have a traditional British Sunday roast, we headed to the Turks Head for lunch. A huge lunch. A wonderful lunch, with Yorkshire pudding and the works.

That afternoon, we took a taxi to St. Michael’s Mount. Getting a taxi in Cornwall, we found, took a lot more effort that we anticipated! But we made it there in plenty of time to take a boat over (it was high tide), and hike up to the castle, which was steeper and more treacherous than I remembered from our trip in 2017. The gardens alone are worth the trip over there, and the views are amazing.

Inside the castle, the guide took a photo of Lisa and I under the Arundell family crest in the Chevy Chase Room. No, not the actor, it refers to the plaster frieze around the walls, which was based on a song titled “The Ballad of Chevy Chase.” The Arundells are our direct ancestors.

Susan goofs for the camera in front of this modern sculpture of St. Michael offering mercy to the devil after defeating it, placed on top of an original medieval plinth in the castle chapel.

While we waited for our taxi in Marazion, we had ice cream from this little shop.

The building across from where we waited had a painting on it that looked like real flowers. I also liked the Mad Tea Party painting.

We were all exhausted when we returned, so we got takeout from a Chinese restaurant around the corner, and packed up for our journey to Port Isaac the next day.