27th September, 2010
Tintagel Youth Hostel, Tintagel, Cornwall
Today was a looooong day. It has taken me all day to get here, but now that I am here it is absolutely worth every minute of panic, mayhem, effort and confusion. The buses and trains in Cornwall aren't exactly on the ball all the time, but eventually I and another man trying to get to Tintagel got there. The bus driver who dropped us off was a treasure trove of information, and quite delightful to talk to about the area.
The view from the hostel is spectacular! It's a trek about 1.2 miles from the main village, down on a cliff face, with a view to remember. I had to wait for the volunteer warden to arrive, but eventually I was let in, and it was great. I took a top bunk, with a view of the ocean, and lovely feelings drifted into the room. My room mates are interesting, they are so chatty and a lot older than me, yet again.
I walked back to the village, and wandered a bit till I found my supper, and went back to the hostel through the church yard before the hostel. It's an old Norman church, and is still used today as the village church. I'm really glad to hear that these old churches are still used for worship, because otherwise they would be very sad to walk pass and see them falling down.
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