The game’s afoot ….

So, first major obstacles have been negotiated – yep, the rigours of 4 hours on public transport … and to prepare Becca for 2 months of my inane chatter the Cornish tourist board kindly lent us some passenger who was able to speak at incessant length to anyone within or without earshot about her family, favourite resorts, varicose veins etc ad nauseum. We can’t wait for 17 solitary miles tomorrow, a blessed relief.

Good to have a few farewell glasses of rehydration fluid in the Crown last night and I do strongly suspect that pretty much every prospective End-to-Ender (make your own joke at your leisure) clears out their fridge grateful to departure – sooooo cunning of yours unruly to have much steak, jacket potato and lashings of a cheeky red to hand.

wifi permitting there will be an update after The Very First Day Proper – we found a signpost to help us … and close and detailed examination of the map reveals that we need to keep the wet stuff on the left.