Tintagel was not on our list, but as we pulled into The Riverside Hotel in Boscastle and planned our Port Isaac day, we convinced ourselves that we must go; Sue must see it! I had been there before with the Wheaton-in-England group in 1978 and remembered rugged terrain and thousands of stairs and precipitous slopes. Well, if the French lady in high heals and a skirt could skip up the rough, hundred-or-so stairs, we in our American tennis shoes could do it. We did. It really didn’t rain. It misted.
What we really saw: God’s provision. God’s fingerprints on the Cornwall coast. Ask me about it.