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... 2.5 mph, with rests. Occasionally the wind would drive a short sharp squall ashore but in the main we stayed reasonably dry. We came across a restored hut that had been the workplace of poet and playwright, Ronald Duncan. What views to inspire! Eventually the landscape started to flatten out and we could see Bude, our destination, in the distance . We took heart and in the end made pretty good time reaching the pub we are staying in at just after ...
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.
Here we are in Doc Martyn's village of Pt Isaac. This is such a picturesque village and it holds fond memories for us as we spent some time here 9 years ago with Emily & Oscar (,who was 2 at the time.)
Special significance was that the RNLI took Mandy's fathers ashes out to sea & scattered them as they did a circle around them & lit a flare in celebration of his commitment to the RNLI. It was a moving tribute to a great man.
So we have been back to that spot ...
... We also have the encumbrance of our rain jackets on as the showers come and go.
We walk up to the church and are surprised to find it still locked at 9.15 on a Sunday morning. So, with heads down we try to walk off our frustration and disappointment, however I very soon begin to realise this pack is just too heavy for me. I continue to try and get the weight off my shoulders onto the waist band around my hips, but the weight ...
... with the trillions of microbes that live in every gram of soil and were resting alongside the pores of my skin. Somehow we are being transported to another world, and yet it is still this world, the one I cruise across the surface of, without recognition for most of my life. We eat hardboiled eggs and cold marmite toast with tomatoes bought from a family garden along the way, yet today the food is irrelevant, as I am filled to overflowing by ...