The offshore islets at Lizard Point are 500 million years old, leftover from the massive collision between the super-continents of Gondwanaland and Euramerica. (Who names super-continent?) The area contains a huge outcrop of the colorful serpentine rock--the great steaks of green looking like a lizard's skin, which is where the name comes from.
The last 2 miles are mostly flat and fairly easy, though we are moving at a pretty fast clip because we do want to catch that bus. Susanne is definitely concerned, while Bob and I figure we'll find a way back home.
That's Lizard Point, the most southerly part of England.
Wish I knew what this was. Did it bring something up from the sea, or send something down? But for having to rush to make the bus, I could find out.
Walking the path up to Lizard Village.
Turns out we have plenty of time for the next bus, because we walked the last two miles so quickly. But still, Susanne ponders the timetable.
We saw this man on the bus coming in. He too is a map reader. Together they double and triple check both their routes, muttering about how irksome it all is but secretly enjoying the whole complicatedness of timetables.
We drink ciders as we wait.