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'Comein,comein,'saidthewire-hairedhippywhoansweredthedoor,beforeevenask-
ing who we were, or what we wanted.
We had been standing in her front room for several minutes chatting about the weather
and her being a psychologist and other random stuff, before she even asked why we were
in her house.
'We're looking for a couple of old bikes to help us get to John O'Groats,' I said.
'Oh, I haven't got any bikes, but I have got a picnic set you can have,' she replied in-
stantaneously, as though she had been trying for sometime to get rid of it.
'Err, ok then,' I said, 'thanks,' assuming that she would have been offended if we had
declined her offer.
The lady's name was Liz and she was a psychologist, as I have already mentioned. I ex-
plained that I was trying to take a photo of all of the 'nice people' that helped us along the
way, and I asked to take a picture of her.
'I'm not sure if I can trust you,' she said. 'I work with mentally ill people all day long
and it makes me suspicious.'
Now,I'mnopsychologist, butmaybe sheshouldhave thought ofthat before shelet two
complete strangers into her house. Perhaps that's what they teach on day one of Psycho-
logy School; invite any number of random people into your home, but do not, under any
circumstances, let them take a photograph of you.
Shefetchedthepicnicsetforus,whichcameinahandyrucksack.Ihadvisionsoftrying
to carry a large wicker hamper all the way to Scotland, and so was relieved to see it was a
manageable size. I had been carrying the rucksack that Les had given us, so Ben took the
picnic set. We thanked Liz and she thanked us for brightening up her day. She told us that
we were 'wacky and zany,' which we had never been described as before, and will prob-
ably never again. She also suggested, not for the first time, that we were mentally ill.
WecontinuedonwardstowardsZennor.Cornwallbecamemoreandmorehilly.Theland
aroundusundulatedatrandomlikeamotocrosstrack.Itmustbearealbastardforfarmers.
The fog closed in even further and it became dangerous for us to walk on the road, so we
walked on the grass verge as much as possible and kept our ears alert for approaching cars.
Afteranotherhour'swalkingwereachedthevillageofMorvah.Morvahisatinyhamlet
with an alleged population of 79. When we passed through, they were all in hiding. The
few houses that we could see all had their lights offand there were nocars in the driveway.
We started to wonder whether cars and electricity had been discovered in Cornwall yet.
Thelasthousethatwecameacrossdidshowsignsoflife.Therewerelightsonandacar
in the driveway. We knocked on the door and a lady answered. She was in her mid-forties
with a warm, welcoming face, frizzy hair and a baggy t-shirt.
'I'm really sorry,' she said before even asking what we wanted, 'I have just finished
milking the cows and I wasn't expecting visitors.'
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