After rushing down to Bristol station, I caught the morning train to Penzance, intent on doing lots of cycling this week, and stepped out into miserable, grey, drizzle. Undeterred, I dropped my bags off at the youth hostel and went for a cycle around town and over to St Michael's Mount, an island that sits out in the bay, connected to the mainland by a causeway at low tide. I've always wanted to go there, and by chance, the tide was ebbing, so I walked out over the causeway, getting my feet a bit wet in the process and took a look around. As is beginning to look normal in Cornwall at this time of year, however, everything was closed, so after what seemed like a respectable amount of time nosing around the harbour, I returned across the causeway, and. cycled back to Penzance in the rain.