Forty and a bit years ago, in my hitch hiking days, I was on a mission – to reach Land’s End.
It was Sunday and it was raining so my chances of reaching there were looking grimmer and grimmer.
Then along came two guys in a camper van with massive letters spelling out Australia on its rear end. They talked me out of visiting this wild, wet and windy place where you can’t even see The End.
The rest is history.
Today Bruce brought me to Land’s End where we will celebrate our 39th wedding anniversary. It is not wild and wet and windy. Instead we were treated to a wonderful sunset over The End.