After cycling over to Goldsithney under a threatening sky with the weather forecast predicting horrific high winds and torrential rains of biblical proportions, I expected to be the only idiot who thought it would be a good idea venture out on such a night and turn up for this our seventh annual pilgrimage to see the harbour lights at Mousehole. While sitting at the Crown Inn with a glass of overpriced ale in hand I was secretly hopeful that no […] Read More