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...

Taking a hnt from Tim Fox I have decided to set up a blog rather than spam all my friends. I will probably update this every day until May the 18th and every other day thereafter. What happens when I get back from Europe is anyone's guess. It has been thirty two hours since I slept for any length of time. My eyes burn, my tyoing is slow, I still can't spell. It's good to be back. I got off to a smoothe start leaving Waterloo from the Student Life Centre. After bidding goodbye to Silvia na...