As we drove back from Lands End on the southwest corner of
England, we inadvertently found ourselves on the road directly through the
village of Mousehole. There was no
turning back. The street was extremely narrow
and we simply had to follow our noses until we reached the other side. At one point there was a delivery truck
coming from the other direction. We
needed to pull over so far to our left that we actually ran over someone’s
front step!
There are three pictures with this post. The first one shows me in front of the
signpost at Lands End. It was certainly
a windswept and isolated point of land.
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Sue at Land's End |
The second picture shows Lyle standing in the middle of the
main street through Mousehole. The
houses are built with the fronts flush with the street itself. When we reached the other side of town, we
parked the car and walked back. Lyle
read a sign that announced the maximum width of any vehicle passing through was
six feet six inches. We could certainly
understand that caution.
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Lyle at Mousehole |
The last picture shows the small Mousehole harbour at low
tide. It shows the boats stranded on the
sand, but you can see the high water mark on the harbour walls.
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Mousehole harbour at low tide |
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