Dartmoor—River Erme—Ivybridge—Plymouth ¶ Devonport—St.
Downs—Callington—St. Ive—Liskeard ¶ St. Neot—Restormel
Castle—Lostwithiel—River Fowey—St. Blazey—St. Austell—Truro ¶
Perranarworthal—Penryn—Helston—The Lizard—St. Breage—Perran
Downs—Marazion—St. Michael’s Mount—Penzance ¶ Newlyn—St.
Paul—Mousehole—St. Buryan—Treryn—Logan Rock—St.
Levan—Tol-Peden-Penwith—Sennen—Land’s End—Penzance ¶¶ pp. 546-652
Homeward bound—Nov. 20 and 21 pp. 653-658
FROM JOHN O’ GROAT’S TO LAND’S END
HOW WE GOT TO JOHN O’ GROAT’S
Thursday, September 7th.
It was one o’clock in the morning when we started on the three-mile walk to Warrington, where we were to join the 2.18 a.m. train for Glasgow, and it was nearly ten o’clock when we reached that town, the train being one hour and twenty minutes late. This delay caused us to be too late for the steamboat by which we intended to continue our journey further north, and we were greatly disappointed in having thus early in our journey to abandon the pleasant and interesting sail down the River Clyde and on through the Caledonian Canal. We were, therefore, compelled to alter our route, so we adjourned to the Victoria Temperance Hotel for breakfast, where we were advised to travel to Aberdeen by train, and thence by steamboat to Wick, the nearest available point to John o’ Groat’s.
We had just time to inspect Sir Walter Scott’s monument that adorned the Square at Glasgow, and then we left by the 12.35 train for Aberdeen. It was a long journey, and it was half-past eight o’clock at night before we reached our destination, but the weariness of travelling had been whiled away by pleasant company and delightful scenery.
We had travelled continuously for about 360 miles, and we were both sleepy and tired as we entered Forsyth’s Hotel to stay the night.
Friday, September 8th.
After a good night’s rest, followed by a good breakfast, we went out to inquire the time our boat would leave, and, finding it was not due away until evening, we returned to the hotel and refreshed ourselves with a bath, and then went for a walk to see the town of Aberdeen, which is mostly built of the famous Aberdeen granite. The citizens were quite proud of their Union Street, the main thoroughfare, as well they might be, for though at first sight we thought it had rather a sombre appearance, yet when the sky cleared and the sun shone out on the golden letters that adorned the buildings we altered our opinion, for then we saw the “Granite City” at its best.