This morning, we woke to a strange site. The sky was blue, and white puffy clouds appeared to float across the horizon. The sun was bright - so bright, you might have thought we were Eric or Jessica from True Blood from the way we reacted to the light. I eagerly awoke, and put on a pair of shorts and a summer top.

After breakfast, the clouds came back. Sheesh. OK, I know this is not the end of the world. It didn't rain too much on me today, and isn't a bad day on vacation better than a good one at work? But, heck, would it be asking too much to have a little bit of sunshine? A little warmth? I'm wearing long pants and sweatshirts like it is September in Houghton. But, I digress. The weather did not dampen our spirits for long, and we set off on our longest journey of our stay in Devon/Cornwall.

We started the day by heading to the Lizard peninsula. This is the southern most part of England, and we had to cross the moors to get there. I still can't tell the difference between the moors and the rest of the countryside, so that will have to wait for another day. At the Lizard, we went for a lovely walk around the shore path. This is a bit misleading, since you are at least 150 feet up from sea level, with a lovely cliff to fall off if you're not careful. This is not an American sight-seeing tour with carefully placed pillars and ropes - you're on your own here if you are crazy enough to get too close to the edge. There are large black rocks here, and rocky beaches (if you can get to them). We missed a member of the royal family by about a week. They arrived last week to dedicate the new exhibition at the Lizard Lighthouse. We had lunch at a cafe near the southern most part (there was one cafe just a little more south). I was on a quest for pasties, but the bread, mussels, and crab sandwiches were too good to pass up. We can't get fresh mussels back home too easily, but I can get a pasty!

After lunch, we wandered back to the town, and picked up some local sweets and cider (hard, not soft!) at a local shop. The snacks would fortify us later. We left to visit Land's End. A few years ago, we visited John O'Groats, and it is a grand tradition to visit both spots. The hard-core traveler visits both in the same trip, but we separated our visits by a few years.

Since Paul is semi-local, we took a detour on the way to Morrison's grocery store. We were on the lookout for some of our favorite local delicacies - more cider, spice mixes for curries, and chip shop curry (so we can replicate chips and curry at home). On a side note, we've found that chip shop curry makes an excellent gravy for your pasty (if you don't care for ketchup).

At Land's End, we arrived about 4pm. We thought things would start to close soon (they would), so we made a bees-line to the famous signpost for a picture. At John O'Groats, the photographer took some extra candids with our camera after shooting our paid shots, but they weren't in the mood to do that here, so we can't share the shot with you. We will soon have a matched set of shots to proudly display in our home. (Note to our Club Scrap friends - I'm thinking the photo triptych will be marvelous for these two shots! Several of these shots are also probably headed for Postcard land soon...)

After our glamorous photoshoot (Ok, one shot in the wind), we went to the Doctor Who exhibition. Paul and I are both big fans of the Doctor and Torchwood, so we took a gander around the exhibition. It was cool to see props from the show and some of the video highlights. Definitely touristy, definitely worth seeing if you love Doctor Who.

After our brief visit to the museum, Paul frog-marched me around the coast until my tired legs couldn't take it anymore. I wasn't having any fun, as you can clearly see from these photos. The cliffs are even rockier here, and the coastline is even more barren.

Our drive back was uneventful. We stopped at a little town called Bodmin for supper. It looked quaint and cornish. Unfortunately, the only local place we could find open for supper was a chain pub (part of the Weatherspoon's line) so the hunt for a traditional pasty will wait for another day. At the other local pub, the cook was too busy playing darts to cook for us.

Once back at the hotel, we do our usual routine of downloading photos, geo-tagging them, and blogging. Paul has informed me that if he doesn't start to look like a better husband in this blog that we might not make it to the crafty store tomorrow. I'd better watch my p's and q's or I'll never get to craft again!