We were staying in Marazion, almost opposite the causeway to St Michael's Mount.
When we arrived in the town on our first day, we left the A30 at the roundabout headed due south, and turned left onto the seafront, to be confronted by what is undoubtedly a breathtaking view.
The next day we walked Eastwards, two days later Westwards. I was then officially bored of photos of St Michael's Mount. But, like Everest, it was there, and on a particularly gloomy day towards the end of the holiday, we walked across, and walked back again. Just to say we had been.
Neither of us has any interest in being charged to see the household artefacts of some non-descript family of the squirearchy class. Yes, your ancestors had money, and generally you're pretty circumspect about how they came about it, so we'll assume, in the absence of evidence to the contrary, that you came about it by exploiting or oppressing my ancestors or their local equivalents, or by being on the winning side of a power struggle (probably armed and deadly). So, I see no reason to admire you just because you're descended from such people. Quite the contrary.
We returned to town and lazed the rest of the day away until dinner!
