Well, perhaps "miles from anywhere" is a touch of over exaggeration. However, the bus to Porthleven normally goes right down to the harbour where the road skirts the inland side of the harbour and then exits the village by another road almost parallel with the road you enter on. Between the road and the drop to the harbour is a long stretch of grass where they normally set up the marquee that houses a lot of stalls selling different produce and the chef's demonstration theatre. This year they closed the road. Goodness knows why - I can see them not allowing normal traffic through, but the bus is 1 per hour and there are enough marshalls to clear people away. Anyway about a mile outside the village the bus took a left up a very very narrow country lane that was very steep (about 1:3) with low hanging trees. The (double decker) bus struggled, at the top there was an acute corner which required much backing up and virtually turning back on itself. Further along the 2nd road we emerged into a social housing estate with no garages or driveways, so both sides were lined with parked cars. The bus could only just make it between the parked cars. At the end of the road it stopped for quite a while and eventually everyone on the packed upper deck realised that this was our stop. We all filed off... and looked around us. Nobody had any idea where we were. However using the logic that we must have to go downhill to reach the harbour we all set off in a long crocodile. Sure enough, about a mile or so down the road we reached the harbour, but everyone was muttering about where the bus stop would be to catch the bus home again.
After lunch we had a swift look around again, bought some raw "duck burgers" for our dinner (which were absolutely delish) and tromped up the hill again. On the corner were about 30 people and at least 20 dogs all looking lost and sitting on the grass verges. No one seemed sure where exactly the bus was coming from or where the temporary stop was. After about 35 minutes a bus came on the other side of the road headed to Helston and about half the crowd ran over the road and got on. We continued to wait for about another 10 minutes until one came in the opposite direction saying "Penzance". According to the timetable on the harbour it should have passed by at 4 minutes to the hour, this came at about 40 minutes past. Prior to this we had no idea this housing est even existed!
On the journey over there everyone on the upper deck had been plagued by 2 children about 6 and 8 who were in the seats in front of us. The parents were downstairs, and the children had been allowed to go up on their own. They then decided they wanted to go back down, but the bus was packed and there was no room downstairs. The elder child, a boy spent the whole 45 minutes of the journey shouting to his parents downstairs over the stair rail. The little girl refused to sit in the seat and was standing up on the seat and trying to sit on the bus windowsill in between arguing with her brother and having temper tantrums accompanied by loud fake sobs. Eventually I leaned over to her and said quite pleasantly and mildly "Darling please sit down on the seat properly, because if this bus stops suddenly you will fall over the back of the seat, hurt yourself and hurt other people on the bus". She was silent about 2 minutes and then started screaming. Eventually the mother came up and told them to behave, the girl said she was crying because someone (me) had told her off. Fortunately the mother said "you must have been doing something wrong then".
On disembarking in Penzance on the way home another lady from a party of 4 said to me "What a relief to have a nice quiet journey home without those children".
Completely off topic and of no consequence! LOL!