Today, I'm awake earlier than I need to be and force myself to stay in the most comfortable bed I can remember. It's time for breakfast from our larder.
So, we're here in Cornwall on what is a wildcard tour, but what to do now we're here? Cornwall has a fascinating history acknowledged by its UNESCO awards, and its scenery is stunning. With so much choice, I leave it to my partner and she comes up with the most obvious location, but it's over an hour away.
We head west towards Helston along painfully inadequate roads but on the A30 things are better as we reach Penzance. From here it's hard going again until the land ends.
Arriving at Land's End for the first time after more than 50 years, I'm bound to notice a difference and you can't get much more different than paying £9 for parking along with the crowds that weren't here back then. Obvious is the additional infrastructure including a huge car park, catering and souvenir shops, It's getting to be a village in its own rite, What is irritating is the daily charge with no short term concessions. Not planning to stay long, now I have little option as my partner goes souvenir hunting.
Land's End is the most south-westerly point of mainland Britain, known for its dramatic coastal scenery, granite cliffs, and historical significance as the 'First and Last Point'.
It's now well into afternoon and five hours have disappeared just like that. Choices for the rest of the day are now limited and we head back to Penzance for a late lunch.
In Penzance at least I find a town car park most reasonably priced and that puts us within walking distance of a J.D. Wetherspoon pub, The Tremenheere, and that's lunch sorted together with another two hours gone. Hopes of adding much else today are fading especially with road works in the town.
It's late afternoon as we crawl out of Penzance after traffic gridlock just finding enough time to take a photo of St Michael's Mount from Marazion Beach.
St Michael's Mount is a tidal island in Mount's Bay. The island is a civil parish and is linked to the town of Marazion by a causeway of granite setts, passable (as is the beach) between mid-tide and low water. It is managed by the National Trust, and the castle and chapel have been the home of the St Aubyn family since around 1650. It had been a monastery, the site to the Benedictine order of Mont-Saint-Michel.
We arrive back at Budock Vean before 7.00 pm and it's been enough for me. The narrow roads of Cornwall have taken their toll. I'm shattered with a lost apatite.

Source: Visit, Wikipedia