Day 2 Truro to Indian Queens -16 miles

I thought I was an early riser till I met Jon. He had been up with the crack of dawn to explore the river Allen long before we gathered for breakfast at 8.30. Over breakfast we planned our route, talked about the local wildlife and our cycling heroes before we hit the road. We headed out of Truro along the river Allen looking for brown trout on our way. Eventually we reached St Clement's wood the site of an old gunpowder works and a haven for wildlife. Heading onwards into the Cornish lanes we stopped at Trispen for lunch and then onwards to Mitchell and St Enoder. The afternoon was warm and my under ware was giving me a bit of trouble. It was  then that I learned from Jon of the benefits of pure cotton as under ware product and have never looked back since! Eventually after what seemed like ages we reached our B and B at Indian Queens. Jon was beginning to flag but as he reminded me I had eaten all his luxury cereal bars and left him with a bag of nuts. Indian Queens is not only a strange name but a strange place! A place of bland buildings with very little to commend it apart from the fish and chip shop. I decided to have a soak in the bath when I heard  raised voices, Jon had been told off for having his TV too loud. We never did see the master of the house again but from that point in time Jon took a  instant

dislike to him. Morning came and we were both glad to leave the charms of Indian Queens for a quick visit too Gnome world on its outskirts. Apparently Jon is a big fan of Gnomes so at least that cheered him up!