Frrewell Cornwall, Hello London!

May 24, 1910

It is hard to believe we’ve been here for over a week

already!  Our train back to London leaves on Friday

afternoon.  It will be difficult to say good-bye – St. Ives

 is so lovely and everyone we’ve met has been friendly

and welcoming.  After our adventures yesterday, we plan to

stick close to home today, maybe a foray into town after

luncheon for some window shopping and a stop at Mrs.

Curddle’s Tea Shop.  The Trevethins have invited us on an

excursion to the moors tomorrow.  We will take the train 

and then a carriage to Bodmin and the surrounding area.

They say there is a circle of standing stones and King

Arthur’s pool nearby!

May 25, 1910

What a time we had today!  First a tiny train along the

 north coast.  Then a carriage across Bodmin Moor.  We did

see King Arthur’s pool, where legend has it that he threw

Excalibar  in and the lady of the lake raised her arm and

and caught it as it hit the water.  And the standing stones

had a magic all their own.  Touching them, knowing they were

raised thousands of years ago felt truly mystical.

We had lunch at Jamaica Inn, and then took a closer look at

Brown Willy and Rough Tor.  The carriage almost missed

the train back, but we all leapt on safely and steamed our

way to St. Ives.  Very tired, but so pleased with our sight-

seeing today.  One more whole day here and then Friday we

board the express back to London.

May 26, 1910

We decided to spend the day walking around St. Ives, after

luncheon we spent time on the beach seeking shells and

 watching the waves.  We had a lovely dinner out with the

Trevethins.  We can’t thank them enough for all the treats

and trips.  What lovely people.  Will pack in the morning

and be ready to take the local train down to Penzance

and then the express to London – back home to real life.

May 27, 1910

Writing this last entry in my journal on the train as we steam

through the Devon countryside.  Victoria is already planning

A return trip next year!  We did have a brilliant time

and  have memories to fill our hearts for many a month to

come.  I plan to nap a bit now and dream of my magic springtime

in Cornwall.

And so ends Rose's journal of a Cornwall holiday in the spring of 1910. I had so much fun working on this, gathering the ephemera, writing the journal entries and putting the whole thing together.
Hope you enjoyed it also!