We evacuated from London in time to miss the royal wedding only to be greeted at our arrival at the Long Ship hotel in Penzance with a life size cut out of the "happy" couple and ads for the hotels wedding party the next day still after 5 hours plus on the train we were ready for a walk around town and for some local cider, the most common of which seemed to be cornish rattler and very easy to drink it is too. Penzance seemed rather sleepy bordering on dead but it had enough pubs and restaurants to not be a disastrous place to stay even if the layout of the hotel was all a bit Faulty Towers, I never quite got the hang of how you went to find our room. Still on the Friday morning we walked across the road to the station to pick up our hire car a nice little Mazda and set off for Lands End down at the furthest end of the A30 a road that starts just before Heathrow Airport in Hounslow west London. The drive was gorgeous as the Cornish countryside is just incredible very nice farms and abandoned tin mines led us out to Lands End and into the car park at the end of the country. Unfortunately permission was given for the tacky tourist trap shop and entertainments for the visitors who aren't wowed by the natural beauty of the coast and don't marvel at how the ocean has carved into the granite hillside creatinbg its own sculptures, we took a good walk down the coastal path and got to see the remains of the last ship to wreck on these rocks, you only see it if you walk far enough and look over the edge there it is slowly but surely disintergrating over the years as the ocean batters it into the rocks a reminder of natures power. That's probably why walking back to the touristy bit is so bad with its totally ersatz sign you pay to have a photo with and what turned out in the last and first cafe in the country I got charged a whopping £3.50 for a double espresso! The most I pay in London is £2 wow I guess that's the price of the view we have though. We then drive down the coast a little to Sennen Cove that we could see from the end of our walk its a perfect small beach in the cove from which to stash all sorts of produce of the ocean, we park just beyond Tinker Taylor cottage in the harbour car park, there is an art gallery now in the oast house we walked back by down the short prom down to this sandy beach and Jet insisted we had a paddle it was freezing cold clear blue water it had to be done a stunning little cove to eat cornish pasties in too! Then it was time to hit the country roads that were barely wide enough to get the car down but are two way with passing points and got to love it 70MPH national speed limits on them twisitng and turning dipping and diving across all sorts of magnigifcent views of cows and through St Buryan on passed sacreed doubling back round the drift reservoir to catchall and over towards Lamorna we are headed towards Mousehole which has some very tricky narrow roads all around it we park up close to where the local Stitch and Bitch clubhouse is. Mousehole is a tinly little harbour village that clings to the granite hillsides and into the forests around it. very cute. From there we came through the larger port of Newlyn which has a good surfing beach we then went up through Heamoor while bypassing penzance and up passed Gulva and into a slightly wide part of the country no longe about 4 miles across now more like 6 and into the magical country lanes exploring in and around Leedstown, st Erth and Godolphin cross how could we not go through Germoe we took a break in Marazion to look over at the very scary looking St Michaels Mount that is reached either by a causeway or small motor boats but has the real Wicker man Straw Dogs aura about it.... We found the house that Bonny Prince Charles hid in while he was fleeing the country back when we knew how to treat the royal family. a lovely little place. we took the short route back into Penzance along the coast following the railway line to find a couple of steam trains on one of the platforms at the station always good to see such great engines still working and of course the smell of coal burning. We had dinner in The Dolphin Inn right by the harbour, its the pub that claims to be the first place in England that Sir Walter Rayleigh smoked a pipe of tobacco! Sadly it is now illegal to follow his example in this fine old Inn that still serves good cornish ale I think I had a Proper Job while Jet stuck to the Cornish Rattler cider the food was great and so is this place. I love to go drinking in the same Inns as Rayleigh I think that is about the fourth one I've found now. The bar in the hotel was strangely quiet for a Friday night but we needed some Elderberry wine to finish the night off with.