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[Error: unknown template qotd] The one where I visited St Michael's Mount. We stayed in a small hotel in Marazion, walked across the causeway and explored the mount and castle. I remember standing in a high place and watching the leading edge of bad weather crawl up the coast towards us and wondered aloud if we'd make it back to the mainland before it hit. We didn't. : ) By the time we reached the the row boats, it was teeming down. Alighting on the mainland quay (and very wet!) we half ran, half jogged back to the hotel laughing, soaked to the skin, and had to get warm again in a hot bath. It didn't matter, we had fun.