We had our last breakfast at Tregrenna, then walked down the hill to the train station. Jenny talked with a man with serious injuries: stitches over his right eye and a leg in a cast. It turned out that he had fallen from the Coast Path, just a few miles south of St. Ives (considered the most challenging climbing of the whole 500+ miles of Coast Path). He had fallen about 15 feet, torn his ACL, and had a huge gash over his right eye. He had managed to hoist himself back up the hill to the path, and a red-haired woman who happened to be a MD had come upon him (his 'angel'). He had been airlifted to a hospital...all very dramatic.
This confirmed my suspicion of how close to death we had been our our climb!
We arrived at the Farnborough train station. We had 30 minutes or so to wait. So we walked to a nearby pub just in time to see the US team tie Slovenia. Everyone in the pub agreed that the goal that was called back against the USA (for being offsides) should have been a goal and the US should have won, but we had to settle for a goal.
Laura Dare (friend who we knew from the States, and had met us in Bath) picked us up and, in two trips, ferried us to her parents house (who are on holiday in Italy). It is a beautiful little house. Very clean and tidy and well organized. Everyone has a bed; and it is exceptionally quiet and peaceful. A perfect place to stage our travels into London.
We had dinner with Laura, worshipped as a family, then watched England draw with Argentina (very disappointing for me, I want England to do well). Then to bed...
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