away

Have been away for a week on classic British holiday including in no particular order: a sub zero sleeper train (the Cornish Riviera) from Paddington to Penzance, an open top bus ride on tight narrow country lanes with free haircut supplied by overhead branches, a windswept lunch by one of Britain’s finest and last remaining Lido’s, the purchase of vintage corduroy jacket and Technic shoes from a charity shop all for under £20, tea in a pretend Victorian tea shop, a lacklustre performance at the Minack theatre with a packed cagoule clad audience who didn’t laugh once at the Pratchett, the grinding of the mechanical shredder loo in the Penzance Arts Club, not being able to find a decent glass of cider anywhere, and so on, returning to London on a Thursday...