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would have had a seizure at the sight of him cavorting down their driveway in his under-
wear. We knocked on the door and a man answered. He was fairly old, but fit enough to
withstandtheshockofseeingusonhisdoorstep.Hethoughtwewereaftermoneyandwas
relieved to hear we only wanted shoes. He invited us in and we stood awkwardly in his
living room while he went off to find an old pair of wellies that he thought he had lying
around in a barn. It is very difficult to stand partially clothed in a stranger's house and not
feel conspicuous.
Hereturnedafewminuteslaterwithapairofwellies inhand,andalookofreliefonhis
face that we hadn't run off with his telly. We thanked him and made our way back out into
the driveway. The wellies were a size 6. We were both a size 10. They were overflowing
with straw and cobwebs and I gave them a good shake to remove as many spiders as pos-
sible.Iofferedtowearthemfirstandwithabitofeffortandmanipulation ofmytoesIwas
able to squeeze into them. There was no room left for any remaining insects to breathe, let
alone wriggle.
A further half-mile up the road we reached a road junction and we were forced to make
our first directional decision. We determined, with our basic understanding of British geo-
graphy, that if we kept the sea on our left we would be going in the direction of Scotland.
We knew that the road we were on was the A30 and would become busier the closer it
got to Penzance. It didn't sound suitable for badly clothed walkers, so we turned left and
hobbled along the quieter road towards St Ives and the sea.
The fog had closed in and we could only see about 20 metres in either direction. There
was very little sign of life anywhere. I managed about a mile in the wellies before getting
a blister. I know it sounds pathetic, but seriously, you should try walking in wellies that
are four sizes too small with just one wet sock for protection. Ben offered to share the pain
with me and so we wore a welly and a trainer each. This look is now quite the rage.
Themorninghaddisappearedlikesmokeinthewind,butwewereonlythreemilesfrom
Land's End. We were getting hungry and decided to seek food at the first opportunity. It
was no longer as cold or wet, and we were almost beginning to enjoy the experience. Ben
seemed completely at ease in his boxer shorts and displayed no shame. The occasional car
passed us and either hooted their horn in a 'ha ha, look at those freaks' kind of way or just
stared at us with confusion.
The smell of food wafted through the air from an unidentifiable source. Suddenly, a big
white building emerged from the fog; it was about the size of a small airport. Extraordinar-
ily, it turned out to be a small airport.
We approached the building and noticed a small handwritten notice on the door:
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