On reflection, we are having a smashing time.

Thursday 12th May 2016 - to Falmouth.

Someone has identified the butterfly photographed on a previous blog.  It's an 'Orange Tip'.  Well done  Sheila.

We are enjoying the narrow Cornish roads, or at least we were until we clipped mirrors with an oncoming tanker that couldn't quite manage to stay on its own side of the road.

It was certainly a cracker!  We later stopped at a Halfords and got the stick on mirror that you see in the middle.  I tried ringing a truck garage to see if they might have a new mirror unit but no joy so far.

We stopped at Truro park and ride and had a day visit to Cornwall's Capital City.  I have been before and some of it was familiar.  The usual reason to visit Truro is when the weather isn't good enough for going on the beaches.  I think was that was the reason for my previous visit because I remember that we were whiling away the time in a little cafe, also I had my hair cut at the barbers and we went to the cinema but can't remember what we saw.

The weather was a little better this time so we had a good chance to look a round properly.  The cathedral is the obvious attraction.

It was actually built as recently as 1880 and finished in 1910.  It looks older.

Truro was a centre of tin trading and the Coinage Hall below was where it was weighed and stamped and sold.  Poldark mine isn't far away.  Janice is hopeful she may get a glimpse of Aiden Turner who played the role in the recent dramatisation.

In another effort to spread knowledge, here is a monument to Richard Lemon Lander....

Together with his brother John Lander they explored the upper regions of the Niger River in deep, dark Africa in the 1820s and 1830s.  He was from Truro and has a local school named after him.  He was shot in the leg by a musket shot and died of his injuries during his explorations.

We moved onto our new site, approx 4 miles outside Falmouth.  Again it's nice and quiet with alpacas in the field next to us.

The nearest is called 'Al' and the one behind is 'Pacino'!

We had an evening walk to the village of Constantine.  What a nice name.  It didn't quite live up to its promise but we had a pint of Merlins Muddle in the Queens Pub before we returned.