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The Cornwall Crusade Day 4
I was sad to leave Newquay but the castle of King Arthur beckons.I was ready for my swashbuckling fight scene with the Knights of the Round Table.
Along the way, Fergie tells us the grand tale of the birthplace of King Arthur. He tells it really well blending sex and betrayal in the tassel of power between good and evil. The short version is, King Uther Pendragon seduced Queen Igraine of Cornwall, while her husband, Gorlois, was under siege at Dimilioc. King Arthur was thus conceived and the castle is made his birthplace with help from Merlin.
I was excited to meet the most famous wizard of all time and tug his beard.
I could only get Merlin to hold Merlion. I wished really hard that Merlin would transform Merlion into Robert Pattinson but the magic must have worn out over the years. Moving on, it's time to check out King Arthur's crib. I didn't exactly expect a penthouse with a Jacuzzi but I really thought his castle would be more intact. The Tintagel castle is now a shadow of its past and a few bricks remaining. It spread over a huge plot of land and looks like it's growing out of the mountain.
I imagine young Arthur must have had a kick peering out of his window every morning because the view is rather kick ass. The turquoise water slaps against the rocks and creates a frothy outline where ducks and swans waddle languidly. The skies are baby blue and the wind conjures up a hypnotic lullaby. This place is fit for a King.
I don't have a King's budget but I sure do have a King size appetite. I know what to have next to complete this Cornish experience. When in Cornwall, it is a MUST to try the Cornish Pasties. Both hands are needed to hold one pasty. This bugling pocket of potatoes and meat has a rush of heat vapours when peeled open. Proceed with caution because the meat is piping hot. If this is pre lunch snack, it is advised to share the portion because it will definitely fill you up nicely.
I love the little pasty shop because they also store a vast collection of yummy jam and tasty peculiars. A quick look at the shelves made my heart race. I'm lusting after the bottles wishing I could devour its content. Just a little unsure about the pickles eggs…
Scaling the Glastonbury Tor is next on the agenda. I wish I was here for the music festival but I guess conquering the Tor will bring me some of that vibe from the festival. On the way, sheep that seem to be suffering from turrets accosted us. They will be grazing with eyes blanks staring into the vast oblivion and the next moment, they will be charging down the hill with vexed frustration as if someone's trying to fleece them for a coat.I felt like a ballerina climbing the tor. The ground is peppered with cow dung and hardly any space for a footprint. We held our noses and tip toed all the way to the top, saluting a few cows along the way.
On top the Glastonbury tor, I looked down on earth as if God would peer from behind his living room curtains. I see a tapestry of greens and browns. I turn round and round because the view is panoramic. Endless miles of trees and grass surrounded me, reminding me that no matter how big a problem I have, it's small when you bring it here. I marvel for a moment how far way from home I'm and how free I'm, lost in a land of legends and history.
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