Truro Tour 2015

Truro. Cornwall. Over 600 miles, there and back. SCOTTIE TOUR!

We weighed up over the past few weeks, how we would get to Truro, but with the train coming in at £50 a head, it was too good not to take up. The chairman did lay on a coach for less money for the return journey, but we had our minds set on this epic journey being on the train.

This epic journey started with an early morning taxi to Luton station to catch the 0540 to London and to one of our favourite stations, Paddington. Once on the Cornwall bound train at 0730 it was time to watch the clock for beer o'clock.

Supplies had been bought to lubricate the long journey. Fuller's Black Cab Stout and a Guinness Dublin Porter, were accompanied by a couple of Whitstable Bay ales. Once in rainy Truro, we headed for the Wig & Pen, initially in the wrong direction, to met the chaps who had come on the coach.

After a couple of pints of Tribute and a HSD (Hicks Special Draught) in the Wig and Pen, we got the distinct impression that we were not welcome. The manager seemed to to encourage a local to take us to another pub. Maybe we were too loud! So the drunk local escorted us to Bunters. A real dive, but had a decent pint of Lighthouse by Adnams.

If you're in Cornwall, you have to try a pasty, so a short walk into town to find some. First shop was excellent. A second shop was also sampled, but wasn't as good. This didn't seem to placate Ian who was upset that he had missed out on the second shop after tagging along to McDs with Aaron and Thomas.

A short taxi ride to the ground saw an impressive looking stadium, which showed how ambitious this club are. Clubhouse was fantastic, carrying local Tribute ales and decent food. During the game we were joined by a northern chap who liked that fact that we played in a similar strip to that of his home town, Uddersfield. He had sampled the local ale and repeated his tales of Uddersfield many times. On the final whistle he ran on the pitch, in Froggy style, as if Dunstable Town had won. We had in fact drawn. 600 mile round trip and no goals, but surprisingly, a good game.

A stop off at Sainsbury's for more supplies for the return journey, saw our taxi pull into Truro station in time to catch the London bound train.

On the way back, it seemed a good time to drunkenly order 25 inflatable seagulls on eBay and to put up the flags in the carriage. Once at Bristol we picked up a crowd of youngsters who had been on a birthday bender on their way home to Swindon. They asked to hear our repertoire of songs and then joined in their favourites, whilst one young chap wanted to sign for us, with tales of how he used to play for Chippenham Town.

Dean, using his latent pulling power, chatted up a girl you was overly amazed by his Dunstable Town hat. "High Five Blue Hat", she yelled down the carriage before settling down with the DTFC Casanova.

We managed to get back into London in time to catch the last Tube back to St Pancras and whilst we waited for our train back to Luton, Thomas tickled the ivories, poorly to be fair. After a weary 20 hour trip, Casanova was at it again on the train back to Luton, this time a blonde Polish girl. You have to watch the quiet ones!