Higher Faugan Parc
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... and I found my words flowing
Nature's entangling foliage
Hearts and minds
But despite the stimulation of our surroundings, after 20kms with heavy packs we called our day to a halt at Ponsanooth, and managed to call a taxi to take us to our accommodation. The Premier Inn, to our disgust turns out to be a horrible tourist scamming place which I have unfortunately booked us into for two expensive ...
... coastal walking.
Today I feel the blackout curtain beginning to rise on my vision of the landscape. As the day wore on I could feel a tuning out (or is it in?) from stresses and distractions. I’m allowing my body to be worked on by powerful outside sources. It’s reassuring to be moving at a slower more natural pace and reconnecting once again with nature, and my native landscape. ...
... It is an inspiration to me, and so unexpected, that my dear son Ed is proving an inspiration with his positive attitude throughout his walking tiredness. And I love the way he is enjoying all the stories that we so love of people, history and mystical associations that we are walking our way through.
My headache is not helped by the fact we are in the peak tourist summer season and we have no accommodation booked after tomorrow. I must get focussed on ...
... and around to get to any destination.
The bay didn't seem to hold much promise, vast carpark, mass of humans and not a huge beach but I was hoping as the tide subsided, an expanse of sand would be revealed. And so it was, along with many tiny bays, caves, rocks, cliffs and beautiful crystal clear surf.
The sea subsided abruptly, and its quite shallow at the base of the cliffs. The beach, therefore reveals itself quickly and with real drama. ...
... Tarrant's Jet Boil were packed as a preventative measure against trauma and by 5am we were settled on the seafront in Charlestown watching the fiery sky ball inch its way up, sipping a cuppa and hoping that my basic motor functions would fully kick in in time for this massive ************ of a Cornish tour. I may or may not have drooled tea on my own shoes. Anyway, given that ...