2.00pm So, tent up, washing done, time to relax in what was a lovely little campsite. Small but perfectly formed. Just adjoining it was a lake, built by the town, for the townsfolk.
Actually, when the guardian showed up later she said she'd seen me earlier in the day in St Just when she was with her son: "look at that man on the strange bike".
The lake next to the campsite was landscaped, had a picnic area, a play area for kids and a sandy beach. Click on this photo to see a bit of a panorama of the other side of the lake.