Then she rented us a luxury apartment at Penzance in Cornwall for a week. Sightseeing was not high on our agenda. Bring cable ties, she’d said. I’ve been a naughty girl.
She went down by train; I drove. I drove due west for three hours through a rainstorm of tropical intensity.
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