Arrived at Chysauster Ancient Village just in time for a violent rainstorm. After sheltering in what was left of the Iron Age homes, we made our way to Mousehole (yes, that Mousehole) for lunch. We finished up the day at St. Michael’s Mount, where it was very windy. My mother thought the horse’s head with a fancy filigreed bridle on display was real. It wasn’t. However, they did have a full set of samurai armor in the weapons room for no apparent reason.
Vocab word of the day: fogou