My ticking was done after Launceston, and I returned to Constantine to pick Sis up from cuddling Grandchild No. 1.
I thought I’d stop in the county town on the way and pick up some Verdant cans for the craft lovers.
Well, that was the idea, but the queue for the Red Elephant craft beer shop was longer than the queue for Colin the Cauliflower’s autograph. So I went in Tesco for a slab of Evil Twin for the new parents and some Northern Monk for Mrs RM. I did well.
With and hour of free parking at Tesco I thought I’d give Truro another chance to impress/depress.
As I realised only this year, it’s largely a workday shopping centre, in the style of Stafford or Bedford or Perth.
Is that unfair ? I think not.
The Pannier Market is a bit plain compared to Barnstaple,
but the loos are impressive,
and if it’s not as essential a pub destination as Stafford it’s still got a bit of fine tiling to entice you in. Though not today.
The What’s On board revealed a cultural programme to match Bedford;
And no, despite that breakfast I didn’t get stuck in Squeezeguts Alley.