It was the thought of this pub at the finish of our walk that kept us going today. The Tinners Arms dates back to 1271 and is one of the oldest inns around. It was originally built simply to provide beds, food, and ale for the masons building the church next door. Inside it’s warm and cosy, dimly lit, and wood-smokey. The fire helps our clothes dry from the on and off again drizzle.
We met everyone at the table behind Betsy as we walked today, and there's a happy camaraderie throughout; we’re all feeling pretty pleased with our hiking accomplishments!
No Rattlers here so I tried the Polgoon, which is made right in Penzance. Excellent! I now have a second favorite cider.