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Martin the birdwatcher (hitchhiker no.1)
We met such a lovely bloke on the road from Penzance to Hayle. He was hitchhiking... the first hitchhiker we’d seen on the trip.
“Garf! Garf! There’s a hitchhiker! We have to pick him up!”
I pulled Maya over and in jumped Martin, a gentle soul, who had lived down here for the last eight years and was off to count the migrating waders... see how many the wind had blown in this week. He just needed a lift six miles up the road. When he got out we had a little chat on camera.
Check it out here:
