Day 3 in Penzance. Somewhat more overcast especially when we went over towards St Michael's Mount. Having travelled this far I wasn't going to leave without having a go blipping it, and having fought with all the tools in my possession to try and recover a moderate image in the gloom before the tripod finally sank into the sand, it is most definitely going to be today's blip.
Discovered, well, S already had, that the inland signposting of footpaths is not one of Cornwall's strengths. We went out on a coast path walk planning to cut back cross country, only to find that all paths led to exitless fields of nettles. We gave up and concluded that a land-sea boundary was difficult to mis-sign, and followed that back.
Outstandingly lacklustre pizza in the evening. Three quite different orders, almost indistinguishable; which goes a long way to explain why the meaty one was given to a vegetarian.