I drove to Reading after work on Friday and stayed the night. On the Saturday morning, it was time to go to Penzance to stay in the guest house I'd arranged. We got directions from the online direction thingy and it reckoned it would be a 6 hour journey. It was even longer! In a hot car under heavy traffic we sauntered along the route, eventually arriving in Penzance, quite frazzled. Then we couldn't find the place we were looking for. Very frustrating indeed. However, we drove around and around in reasonably good spirits and located our guest house.

Parking was a bit of a nightmare, but we found somewhere to park, grabbed the entire contents of the car and relocated to the guest house. Result!

In the evening we went to a nearby pub for something to eat. They were initially reluctant to take our food order as they'd had a deluge of people wanting to eat steaks and were overloaded in the kitchen - the fact that everyone had ordered the same thing had cut down their ability to work on many orders concurrently. We felt slightly guilty ordering steaks too. But that's what we wanted!

The day had been spent travelling and eating. We went to bed, resolving to get up and do something more interesting the following day.