Diary of a St Ivean

Yesterday, the man of the overpowering bathing product boarded the bus en route from Penzance to St Ives. He was wearing flapping khaki shorts, a khaki shirt and a large bush hat of the same colour, with sandals and white ankle socks - the sort of outfit redolent of Australian outbackers or the dress requirement for an African safari rather than a shopping trip to Morrisons. Once seated and having removed his hat, he immediately pulled from his shopping bag his Rubrik Cube which occupied him for about two minutes when he returned it to his bag, the puzzle satisfactorily completed. He then produced a pack of playing cards, the shuffling of which occupied him all the way to Lelant when the Rubrik Cube reappeared.