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I posted a few weeks ago about my Easter trip to Cornwall.  Because I am blithely ignorant about UK geography (although less and less so!), I had already agreed to go back to Cornwall (this time by train).  Two Embassy workers named Erin went with me, which wasn’t confusing at all.

We stayed in Falmouth, an artsy little city on the coast, in a nauseatingly picture-perfect hotel called the High Cliffe B&B.  The full English breakfast with local sausage was one of the highlights; I think I ate more meat in three meals than I ate the rest of the month.

Anyway.  I have separate posts about Falmouth and about the many beautiful, tiny little fishing towns we visited; this post is meant to highlight the amazing natural beauty in the region.  Our first day, we ate a huge meal, drove to Lizard Point (the southernmost tip of England), hiked 4 hours, ate an enormous pub lunch, and hiked 3 more hours.  It was my perfect day, and Cornwall is unlike any other landscape I’ve ever seen.

The weather is very changeable in England in general and Cornwall in particular.  We were lucky that we had beautiful weather for the most part, although we did endure about thirty minutes of driving, miserable, freezing rain.  During the rain, it was also so windy that my rucksack rain cover went flying off my backpack.  One of the Erins pursued it until it went over some barbed wire and into a freshly manured field.  I wasn’t put off so easily; I rounded the corner, jumped a stone wall, and sprinted into the wind along the edge of the field until I reclaimed the stupid piece of waterproof fabric, now covered in poo.