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Travel Blogs from St Mawes
I awake according to my custom before 5am:
Seagulls circling early,
"Come join us".
It's a rest day and we take the time to farewell Ed onto the London train and focus on preparing ourselves for the next stage of this adventure.
... seaweed at each other!
Sean, Oscar and I then decided that we'd love to go for a 4 hour deep sea fishing trip. Great idea.
Well as you will sea , sorry see, we had happy smiley faces. That said, after 45 minutes the amount of burley being thrown (chucked) over the side of the boat was significant.
So we thought we are right to go lots of fish will be jumping on our lines
We were so wrong. Oscar caught 2 Mackerel but stated that he threw up 21 ...
... he’s being called upon to make.
As the day wears on we struggle to find our way along the exact route, perhaps due to the fact that all my attention has turned inward. I have begun to realise that I am just not invincible and that this is not what this adventure was meant to be about. This was a walk designed to raise awareness of some greater spirituality through delving the mysteries of ancient stories. However I am ...
... the splendidly named hamlet, Come-To-Good. The name arising from the presence of a Quaker Meeting house which has been here for 300 years and nowadays sports a magnificent new thatched roof. The day got even better as we found ourselves walking into a National Trust area of magnificent beauty. This was Round Wood. By now we were in a somewhat remote parcel of land surrounded on two sides by the Fal Estuary. Walking through here we spent ...
... carrying a heavier pack, in excess of 20kgs, and it weighs heavy on me. However, if the memory provides some support for me, both Ed and Debby are having problems adjusting their packs which are new to them and in Debby's case the weight is a few kilograms heavier than she feels is manageable. They work at their fittings, adjusting here, pulling a strap there and slowly we fall into a rhythm. The walk takes us out around St. ...