When the weekend arrived, I embarked on a journey by train to Penzance. I had always heard that everyone traveled by train in Europe. I liked the idea. I arrived early to the train station and bought a round trip ticket to Penzance; a five-hour journey to the tip of England’s southernmost point. While waiting at the station, I noticed many families with small children and stacks of suitcases. I learned they were traveling by train on holiday to England’s many beaches. It reminded me of all the British movies I had seen, and I felt as if I was, myself, a character in a gold dappled scene out of any one of the classic films. Leaving Bath, we headed southwest until the countryside gave way to the sea. Across the landscape and over the rolling hills I could see the coast and the view all but took my breath away. Given the option, I will always choose to travel by train. In time I arrived in Penzance where the train came to a full stop, and not a moment too soon as I could see over the platform where the tracks ran out; the end of the road lay just out of reach of the crashing ocean waves. I knew that Chapel Street was a ten-minute walk, but it was now almost noon and I had much still to see.
Low Tide
“It reminded me of all the British movies I had seen, and I felt as if I was, myself, a character in a gold dappled scene out of any one of the classic films.”
View from the train
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