Dad and Susan met me at the train station in Redruth. I was still a bit dopey from falling asleep in the train. Not even the fear of missin gmy stop could keep me awake. I was greeted warmly and wisked away to the cornish seaside for a refreshing walk on the beach. I never new that there were surfers in england before this. They must be tough sorts because their neoprene suits did not look thick and non of them had much natural insulation. We walked laong the beach talking about he sea mist a...