The Lizard is not a reptile

No, in fact it is a peninsula that ends at the most southerly point of Britain, just a few degrees above the 49th parallel. Interestingly, the Lizard is at 49.57 degrees while the Deep Cove marina is 49.32, thus we were within a few kilometres from being exactly the same distance from the North Pole. The Lizard boasts wave-lashed cliffs & crags, ancient rock, a life boat station, an RAF rescue base, impossibly narrow roadways and fabulous views out to sea.

Unfortunately the fog permitted only a vague suggestion of the sea, but we really didn’t mind, given this part of our trip was about family. Julie & her cousin Tamsin have had many adventures together over the years. Some of them have a PG rating so we won’t go into that here.

Then back to Falmouth for what used to be that quintessential English meal – fish & chips. The only problem was that we were too late. The restaurant was closed and so plan B ended up being pizza at one of the newer places in town wherein I gained some insight into the Cornish sense of humour. There were several pizzas on the board, all with names and then a listing of the toppings. I chose one called the Mignonette, an appetizing number which included Cornish Blue cheese, English spinach, Spanish onion and a couple of other toppings, all with a reference to a country of origin. It really was delicious and I savoured every bite. I wondered about the name they gave it, thinking a word with mignon in it might be a riff on beef – very strange for a vegetarian pizza, but didn’t bother asking for an explanation. Anyway, I have been reading ‘Unbroken’ and later that night reached the part where the survivors had been lost at sea for the same length of time that history tells us many (some) other shipwreck survivors resorted to cannibalism to stave off starvation. One of the examples given was that of the Mignonette. Pizza mystery solved. Even amoung tales of survival cannibalism the Mignonette is notable as the ship’s survivors didn’t even wait for someone to die, they selected one amoung them to tuck in to. I haven’t checked yet, but I’m thinking it probably sailed from Falmouth for that fateful voyage. Pizza indeed!

The following morning we said goodbye to Tamsin and Bob and boarded the train for the 5 hour journey to London. On the way to the station we stopped at Rowe’s, a bakery said to produce the finest Cornish Pasty in the world. As we were there at 9:30am they were freshly out of the oven. Hot, fresh pasties! The first Cornish thing I fell in love with was Julie. The second was the Pasty and I am a lucky man that these two Cornish delicacies are still in my life. Anyway, we enjoyed the trip and the scenery on this relaxing journey with growing anticipation for the next leg of our trip: London.

Location: Cornwall

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