Flagging

At the end of the long and winding road...  OK, not actually very winding as most of it was motorway or similar, but long.  We're in Truro for S's graduation; which is perhaps odd given that he wasn't at university here, but at Exeter; but not actually there either as he was based in Falmouth for the 3 years.

I guess Truro is as far as Exetonian dons dare to travel towards the End Of The World for the purpose of wearing silly hats.  (I'm concurrently reading a Discworld novel, and the image of wizards is quite strong...)

Staying in a B&B that is outstandingly lacklustre; very 1980's, magnolia and 'fried or boiled?'.  We'd look for somewhere else if there was either WiFi or a phone signal.

(Later found a smidgen of a WiFi leak on a rock near Sainsbury's)