July 2-3: Cornwall
If this post today makes little sense, it is because I am exhausted, having left at 5:45 from Bolenna, as the clouds were scudding through the sky. The taxi driver was on time, and we got to Truro in about 20 minutes. However, no one was there and the place was locked tighter than a drum. One elderly lady was sitting at the last bay for buses, and I inquired if she was waiting for the 504 to Heathrow. She was, and in about another five minutes the National Express bus arrived on the scene. It wasn’t a bad drive at all, but at Heathrow we disembarked at Terminal 2. Finding out how to get to Terminal 5 was a major undertaking, but I did, befriending two young men and their mother, who are flying out tomorrow for Cyprus and are staying at the Sofitel as well. It takes about 5 minutes to walk to the Departures Lounge from the hotel, so I did well in that department. My room has every mod com and even the choice between a shower and a bath, but...