Treheveras Guest House Newquay
2A Dane Road Newquay, Cornwall, England, TR7 1HL, United Kingdom
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Tarmac treading
Ted didn't sleep a wink last night due to the very storms, it rained, hailed, sleeted and the wind blew wild, it was so cold that he put on all of his jumpers with the BLUE on on top because it was pouring with rain. Still no such thing as bad weather just the wrong clothing, so he donned his wet weather gear and off he strolled.
Start temperature 3.5c, finish 7.5c, not sure if it's a Brrrrday or a Grrrrrday, still he survived....
Gerrys version.
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You don't appreciate it until you lose it..
... br> Luckily the sun came out and Ted finally changed into his YELLOW jumper to finish the walk.
Gerry's version..
Todays section was from Perranuthnoe to Carleen, taking in 5 miles of the splendid South West Coast Path. The length of the walk was 9.4 miles which took us just over 5 hours to complete.
On route we both were alerted to the unmistakable splender of a jay in flight. The SWCP never ceases ...
Stage Two
2nd April 2012.
Set off from Sancreed at 10.00 am, Ted had his yellow jumper on today because the Sun was shining, although there was a little cloud today. The temperature varied between 9.c and 11.c. We walked for a total of 10.4 miles which took 5 hours. We saw lots of flowers and actually walked through 5 fields of daffodils, first time ever.
Gerry was an excellent ...
The Ups and Downs of Cornish Hills
... just went all wrong!! From wet clothes, and wet tent to poor mileage, sore knees, sore thighs and one too many hills that actually had me in tears. Not very manly, I know. But it happened. I hit a wall. I didn't mind biking in the rain the previous day and even camping in the rain the previous night. I DID mind not showering, biking in wet clothes and didn't much enjoy packing away my wet tent and other wet clothing. Yechhh!! I already had a 'mildew' incident with my tent and ...
A Day in the Life...
... and a handle bar bag.
- Have total stranger watch my bags while I retrieve my bike from bike car.
- Hunt down rail staff to figure out which platform my real train is leaving from.
- Platform 12. One floor up. Broken elevator. Really?! #$%@!!
- Push my FULLY loaded bike(80 lb +) up a freakin' flight of stairs.
- Unwind @#$%ing handlbar bag strap from spokes.
- Push my bike with all panniers on it into the ...


