Cripplesease

The mother of all squalls had just run through up at Cripplesease engine house. Everything was wringing wet including myself but the sweeping view from all around more than made up for it. Then out poked the sun as if to say "ye of little faith" although "I'll be back" is probably more appropriate for this summer. Haven't been back to Cripplesease since I was a boy, it's one of those "pass it on the road" views that's almost part of the furniture when your buzzing back and forth along the Cornish lanes. I'm glad I stopped, fresh air and a good soaking beats poor TV any day.