Magical Mystery Nostalgic Tour

This morning we went on a magical mystery nostalgia tour.

We left Truro sitting in the top left hand seats of a double decker bus heading toward Newquay. Driving down narrow country lanes this was sometimes an advantage , we could see over the hedges, but sometimes , particularly for me on the outside seat, it was sometimes scary.  Sometimes the hedges intruded onto the road and grew over the road, over the top of norml cars, but not double deckers. A big branch would approach and the bus would drive straight through.

We had  30 minutes at Newquay in which I was shown from the cliff tops some of the beaches below by my Cornwall of 50 years ago tour guide. We then caught a bus heading for Padstow. We passed the airport and drove through St Morgan village, well known to my guide. We got off the bus at Morgan Porth.  My tour guide used to swim there. We had cornish pasties sitting watching the many people enjoying the sandy beach.  It was usually deserted 50 years ago. Not many English people ventured into the surf then. We went back to the bus stop to resume our magical mystery nostalgia tour .  I had put a lot of effort into planning this outing and was most displeased when , after 1  hour of waiting for  a bus that did not turn up, we had to rethink the plans. We decided to return to Newquay and so missed out on seeing where my tour guide lived for 2 1/2 years 50 years ago. We went on another bus to St Columb Major. Here the destination was The Red Lion. No prizes for guessing what this establishment is. Hint. My companion went there regularly after work with his crew.  We walked up and down the  unrenovated streets and felt as if we were still in the 60s.   There were no icecreams to be found.  The Red Lion still existed and served the same purpose. After sampling some wares, we got back on yet another bus and returned to Truro. Despite the change of plans and the hour and a half wait in the sun,  it was overall a successful day.

I had skate wings for dinner - another fish
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