First mistake of the trip. Kathy kindly offered to take me, heavy bag and bike to Bath Spa station to catch the once-a-day direct train to Penzance, the Merchant Adventurer (great name for a train).
Being rushed, I declined joining the school run thinking there would be time enough; leave home 8:30 for short drive down to station. Foolish! Kathy was snarled up in Monday morning traffic, so I wobbled out, bulky bag carried rucksack-style, free-wheeling down the steep, wet descending back route to the station. However, the travel nymphs took pity and delivered me unscathed. Long live the spirit of the Merchant Adventurer!
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