We had a couple of days overlap between the end of Martine‘s week off and the start of my fortnight off, a rare occurrence, so we had a quick trip to [wikipop]Cornwall[/wikipop] to visit my sister.

After a long slow crawl down the [wikipop search=”M5 Motorway”]M5[/wikipop] and the [wikipop search=”A30 Road”]A30[/wikipop] (everyone else seemed to have had the same idea :-() we strolled along the [wikipop]Gwithian[/wikipop]/[wikipop]Godrevy[/wikipop] beach…

…and across the cliffs to see if we could spot some [wikipop search=”Common seals”]seals[/wikipop]. There was a lone mother seal relaxing on the beach in the afternoon sunshine while a couple of youngsters played in the sea…

Seals (click through to the big image to spot them)

The [wikipop search=”St Ives, Cornwall”]St. Ives[/wikipop] September Festival was just starting but we managed to only catch a lunchtime open air poetry and music session. The sunshine seemed to bring out more poets and musicians than planned for so the whole thing overran by an hour or more. So numerous were the participants that we could not recall all their names. There was [wikipop]Charles Shaar Murray[/wikipop] accompanied by Buffalo Bill Smith…

Charles Shaar Murray & Buffalo Bill Smith
and Anna Chen and Rod Bullimore and Kelvin Bowers and Steve Jones with the whole thing coordinated by Bob Devereux who also did his thing…

This was followed by a (not very) hot chocolate at the Tate
We knew it was the Tate because it was more presentation than substance ๐Ÿ˜‰

All too soon it was time to return; so Martine planned an ambling route home over [wikipop]Dartmoor[/wikipop] where we avoided the wild ponies…

…back up a quieter M5…

and home again.

As we both had a day off, a rare coincidence, we went to the station…

and caught the first train that turned up; which took us to [W:Oxford].

We went for lunch at the Pieminister place in the covered market

After which we explored the cavernous Blackwell’s book shop and then the Museum of the History of Science with its splendid lighting on the stairs…

but when we came out it was pouring with rain so we had a hot chocolate…

headed back to the station…

and home.

(Martine’s view of the day)