Early this morning, myself and other journalists arrived in Penzance via a sleeper train from London with the prime minister.
This is the kind of scene you only see on an election campaign trail - a gaggle of journalists, the prime minister, his team, and a few bemused tourists, all disembarking a train early in the morning.
The morning small talk centred around how everyone slept.
"The top bunk was great," the prime minister told me, as he overheard us discussing which we chose.
(I also opted for top, more space, I think?)
"Bacon please, prime minister," we find ourselves saying as he hands out breakfast baps. The unique quirks of an election campaign.