Chapter 15

I didn’t see the girls the following day; they had left by the time I was up and about.

I had my morning run, and then, after a shower and coffee, I headed to Fowey to pick up my pictures from the chemist. I paid for them, dropped off two more films, and headed to a coffee shop to review my photographic skills.

It was a thirty-six-image film, and I was happy with about three-quarters of them. I was sure with a bit more practice, I would improve on the numbers. The how-to book I was reading was really helping; I had decided to talk to Sally about it when I got back as well. She seemed clued up...

I did some sightseeing, and when I got back to the caravan, the girls were nowhere to be seen. The car was there, but there seemed to be no one at home.

I had dinner in the caravan and a few beers in the clubhouse. There was a bingo game going on, and then a double act did some singing and some comedy, but it was not my cup of tea.

When I returned home, it was dark, and no lights were on next door.

The next day, the gulls woke me up. I got into my running gear, did some warm-ups, and then went for a long run. The sky was azure blue and cloudless. I ran down the coastal path; a few other runners were out and about. We exchanged nods of the head and good mornings. It was nice to run in such good scenery and with such clean air.

I ran for an hour and then turned around and ran back. I was sweating like a pig on the way home. It was really warm, and I knew it was going to be a great day.

I made a mug of coffee and then had a shower. I got some clean clothes out and got dressed. I got my guidebook out and found St Ives; I had been told it was nice and well worth a trip.

Half an hour later, I was in the car, driving and singing along. It took three hours to get to St Ives; I parked at the top of the town and walked into town.

It was a great place; I found a coffee shop and had a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. I was pissed off that I didn’t have my camera as I would have loved to take some pictures, but it was still in the boot of the girl’s car. I still had a few days of holidays left, so I vowed to return with my camera.

I went for a walk around the harbour and sat on a bench for an hour, just chilling and topping up my tan. I walked around the town and did some window shopping. I did go into a surf store, and I bought some T-shirts. I walked back to the car and wound the windows down to allow some cool air in. It was a bloody hot day, and the leather seats were roasting.

I gave it ten minutes and then got it. I drove out of the town and headed back toward Looe. The mini was gone by the time I got back. I nipped into my caravan and washed before heading to the bus stop. The bus was just pulling away, but when the driver saw me, he stopped and opened the doors.

I dropped some change into the slot and thanked the driver. I got off at the stop just over the bridge. I walked down Fore Street and headed into the Chinese restaurant. I got a table and ordered a glass of water, and while that was being sorted out, I decided on my meal for the evening.

The food was great, and they served huge portions. When I paid the bill, I left a healthy tip. It was a great evening. The sun was still high in the sky, and the town was busy with holidaymakers.

I walked through the fishing sheds, past the fish market, and along the harbour wall. The harbour wall was jam-packed with kids and parents crab fishing.

When I reached the RNLI station, I turned left and walked to the beach. I took a seat and watched the waves crash onto the sand.

It was a great evening, and the beach was full of families. I sat for an hour and soaked in the sun. Then, I headed around to the fishermen’s arms.

Jethro was working. He was in conversation with two lads who looked like actual fishermen. He poured me a pint of Tribute. I didn’t want to interrupt his conversation, so I sat in the window seat. The place was empty, just the two fishermen and me.

I had another beer and some scratchings; I had just drained my pint when Emily walked in. She waved and used the universal sign for a drink, so I gave her a thumbs-up.

She came back from the bar with a pint of Tribute for me and a pint of cider for herself.

“Hello, stranger, “she said as she sat down.

“Hello, Emily,” I said, and we clinked glasses, “Where is your mate?”

“Long story...” she said with a weak smile. A smile that told me all was not well.

“Oh, okay, I am a good listener. Do you want to share?” I replied and took a swig of my beer.

“Oh well, long story short, we came to Cornwall as Emma told me it was nice, and I didn’t know it was because her ex lives down here. She wanted to see him, and now they are back together, so I am all on my own for a few days,” she said and took a pull on her pint. A sadness drifted over her face.

I was not sure what to say, and I was thankful that Emily quickly changed the subject and asked about my day.

We had a few drinks and chatted about Cornwall and her work. She was an A&E nurse with lots of funny stories to tell.

We left the pub, and I offered to order a taxi, but she said she fancied the walk back.

Once we had left the town, we were in darkness and surrounded by wildlife, foxes, bats, deer, and rabbits. For a Londoner, it was like being at the zoo.

When we got to the caravans, I thought she would head off to bed, but she asked me if I had any coffee.

I opened the door and led her into the living room. I turned on the radio and made coffee.

I was not going to rush things; it would just make life awkward.

Emily kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bench seat on one side of the living area. Her short skirt slid up her legs, exposing a nice bit of her thigh. She had a nice tan, that was for sure.

I felt my cock twitch. I put her coffee in front of her, and she picked it up and took a sip.

We sat there for an hour just chatting and drinking coffee. She told me about her life in London and how she had gotten into nursing.

She asked me about my life, and I told her everything apart from the porn. I was still finding it hard to judge whether folks would be impressed or disgusted by my job.

I kept thinking that she might offer to stay the night, but she suddenly let out a huge yawn and glanced at her watch.

“Wow, look at the time. I should let you go to bed!” she said as she stood up and slipped her feet into her shoes.