17th January 2020
Day 3 of 5 of our Kernow Kapers.
A late start after all that Bass, but I just caught the sun over Ghilly Bay,
before the downpour forced me into Trago Stores to buy those £1.05 insoles.
“Do you prefer cash or card, I’ve only got a tenner” I asked, trying to be helpful.
“Your choice, you’re the customer”.
The big sigh as I handed over the note was audible in Truro.
Shops, and pubs, please say how you’d prefer us to pay.
Down towards the Lizard, past my niece’s house near Helston, which may ring a bell with some of you pub aficionados.
I see Helston has had a makeover in an attempt to promote itself as the Shaftesbury of the West.
A well-equipped little old tin mine town of 11,178, presumably built so that folk don’t ever have to go to Redruth with all that entails.
Best know for the Furry dance, which clearly meant something different in medieval times, when incidentally these leats were constructed to enable Stingo to be conveyed around the town’s pubs.
Modest but pleasing, like one of those towns in North Norfolk where pashmina sales are in single figures.
I was last here in 2016 for a wedding. and managed to pop in the new Spoons during the signing of contracts.
But I only had a coffee ! So, like the cast of Lost, I had to go back.
The Coinage Hall is spacious, pleasant (“Thank you sweetheart”) and the Skinners was the best I had on the trip (NBSS 3.5).
It was also eerily quiet for a Spoons compared to my last trip.
“But what about the famous pub ?” you ask.
This one ?
No, not today, Spingo.