On Monday morning the fully-loaded Charabanc* of Fun** will depart these parts and head southwesterly.
The estimated travel time is 5-1/2 hours, but as one of the occupants of the Charabanc will be an 8-1/2 month-old puppy (nervous traveller, prone to frequent toileting), it’s fair to expect the journey to take considerably longer than that.
We are heading to a far-off land of magical, mystical delights, where the natives wear grass skirts, frequently stop passers-by in the streets and inflict on them a strange local dance called the Haka.
Yes, we are going to Cornwall.
Some people think that Cornwall got its name because it used to be separated from Devon (and why wouldn’t anyone want to be separated from Devon?) by a wall of corn.
But that’s not actually the case.
Cornwall got its name because it was formerly owned by Sir Henry de Vere Cornwallis.
Sir Henry de Vere Cornwallis was, in his middle years, the inventor of the non-striking flintlock, the hole in the bottom of the bucket, and the hot-air balloon made entirely of lead.
Unfortunately Sir Henry de Vere Cornwallis met a very untimely end when he was crushed beneath a wall of corn he was building around his bathroom.
Where was I?
Oh yes, that’s right.
So we expect that our journey to Cornwall will take considerably longer than the 5-1/2 hours that Google Maps says it will take.
This trip is likely to become a major tour of roadside Services on the A42, M42, M5, A30, A39, and the A392.
But all of this is a very small price to pay in order to take the fluffy little friend on holiday.
*Not really a Charabanc
**May not actually contain that much fun