'You must be mad?' he shouts, the long goatee and curly hair resting on his broad shoulders unmistakable, even from a distance. Brian 'Killer' Kilcline is waiting for me on the platform.
It is lunchtime in the Cornish town of St Austell. Come bedtime, we would have drunk tea in his 'hobbit hole' house, drank beer at a wake, played with his bow and arrow and discussed his plans for a garden zip-wire. And he thinks my eight-hour train journey is mad?
Coventry City's 1987 FA Cup-winning captain is new around here. We are trying to find a way from the station to the land he has bought, bouncing down cobbled one-way streets in his pickup truck, rattling back up them in the wrong direction 30 seconds later.