Sweat.

When the train pulled in we all knew it had started raining.
Luckily Mark didn't show, so just Jebbet and Jack appeared. Our spirits weren't dampened for long though, as the clouds gave way to a bright sweaty sunny day. I feel the disappointment really began when me and Hugo stepped on our skateboards. Nevertheless, I did manage to fall off a large ledge to the point of almost landing almost broken bones, which was a high point. Before we knew it we were at Falmouth skatepark, greeted by the sight of a horde of bladers, which outskilled, numbered, and aged us. An hour or two there, then off to McDo, for McFlurries. At this point Jack realises he was supposed to be at home in less than an hour, with a distinct lack of trains. All to soon it was time to say our tearful goodbyes, and plans to skate at Penzance the following day scrapped. All in all, apart from the sweat, it was a pretty fun day.

I'm F*cking knackered though.