It was our last day in Cornwall with dear friends Viv and Linton, as we set about enjoying the afternoon sunshine of Penzance at nearby St Michaels Mount closely linked to Mont Saint Michel which we collectively visited on our France End to End ride in 2017.
With H still exhilarated from yesterday's Ashes first test victory we walked the 4+ kms along the foreshore to catch Viv and Linton at the beginning of St Michaels causeway only uncovered twice daily during low tide. Mont St Michael has a history going back many centuries and is a former monastery, military bastion and private residence and part time swimming pool when the tide comes rushing in !
With Viv and Harro still shell shocked after coming head to head earlier that morning with a double decker bus on the narrow streets of Mousehole they elected to boat across to the Mont while "cheapskates" Henley and Litchfield waited for the tide to recede enough to allow us to walk on the causeway with hordes of other fellow cheapskates & holidaying Brits !
Once over H did what any self assuming Aussie would do when faced by such a beautiful national monument - he simply picked out a place on the enormous grass lawn and promptly went to sleep in the sun !
Viv and Linton at least showed some historical interest by paying to tour around the private estate while I took up position overlooking the sea looking for a reported whale while watching a couple of playful seals in action
With V&L's Mont tour over and H well toasted on both sides, we retreated back across the now completely visible causeway and drove into the centre of Penzance for a lovely and mostly healthy lunch of soup, quiche and cake - H surprisingly had the cake !
Once completed we thankfully knocked back Harros offer of a lift back to our hotel after embarrassingly finding that it was just around the corner.
After 6 days of travelling together it was appropriate to finish our time by sharing a cultural experience, an outdoor theatre production of a very funny Noel Coward play complete with fabulous actors and period props.
After sharing sad farewells following the show H and I got down to considering the serious matters at hand a) where were we going to find a sandwich at this time of night and b) where should we start begging for bike boxes to aid our imminent return home !
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