that morning we drove to land's end, which is literally the end of the land, the southwestern tip of britain. the view was pretty cool, and a little further down the path i encountered three ponies and a particularly mean pig. the ponies were the sweetest things; i fed them grass.
we drove to a shore and took a boat (my first boat ride if you don't count ferries) to st michael's mount, an island with an old castle and gorgeous gardens. to be honest, i'm not too clear on the history of this place. apparently it's been passed down through generations of this family, and was used as a fortress during some wars...anyway, it was pretty.
i've never experienced the concept of tides before, so it was pretty surreal when a bridge emerged on which we were to cross back to the mainland. there were people playing fetch with their black labs on the beach; this is one of my favorite images. dogs have such beautiful energy and they express this best when they can roam free.
we stopped in okehampton for some pretty intense biscuits with cream and jam, and ended up at what is quite possibly the worst hostel imaginable. it reeked and in the morning the water was turned off, so i couldn't take a shower. the night before we explored the moors around the hostel, so in the morning my socks and shoes smelled of rotten fish as i hung them to dry over a furnace that probably hasn't worked since 1922.
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