After breakfast, I leave the Well-Behaved Orphans on the beach and, stopping only to entreaty them to “Watch the wall, my darlings, while the pastymen go by,” I set off in search of the remote cove.
All morning I stride the cliff tops on my quest and, though I am wearing quite the lightest of tweeds, I have worked up quite a thirst by lunchtime. So I allow my steps to wander towards the Jolly Tyler. Sipping my pint of the local wallop, I see a man sitting at a table. He is staring into the distance and ignoring those around him.
I sit down next to him, saying: “You must be the remote cove”.
Previously in Lord Bonkers' Cornish adventure
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