Just downstream from St. Winnows there was once an island in the river, where Tristan fought and defeated the evil Morholt.
Later in the story we return to this spot. On the riverbank, opposite the church of St. Winnow,there was an ancient crossing place, where Tristan made his escape in a small boat to begin his years of exile in France.
As we left the churchyard and climbed the hill we found a little summer cafe, where the farmers' wife sold tea and cakes, that she made herself. So we sat a while and chatted to a lovely young couple, who carried their baby in a sling. They all had Wellington boots, rosy- red cheeks and laughing eyes. Lucky baby!
After eating a piece of the chocolate cake ( It would have been rude not to)), we turned for the long walk home.
It's getting late , so, more tomorrow. . .