Eliza, Jason, Lauren, Sean, and I hustled out of the dorms and hopped onto a train bound for Penzance. The day was overcast, but as is often the case here in the UK, it did not get any better. In fact, as soon as we began our hike along the coast to Mouseville (actually called Mouse Hole and kind of pronounced Mowzill) the rains came on stronger. A quick stop on a pirate ship and a stroll along the water brought us to an old rusty skate park. Jason did some freestyle moves as you can see here in the video.
We arrived into a village, cold and wet, looking for a place to dry off and to grab some food. Sometimes, it's random stops like this that end up being the highlight of an experience. We did not expect much, but the food was great (some of the best chips I have ever had) and the ambience was fantastic. A cozy space with lots of old tables and chairs, it even had a family cat actually sitting on one. When we arrived, the place was pretty quiet, but as the minutes passed it filled up with locals. Before too long a group had formed in the corner, playing old English and Irish songs that we have become accustomed to over the past couple of years (including my favorite, "Wild Rover").
The rest of the day was quite low-key, as we found our way into Mouse Hole and then took the bus back to Penzance. A couple of hours of great conversation lead us to miss one train, but that was good in the long run. Otherwise, we would have never had the opportunity to hit the Waterford Meadery.
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