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Travel Blogs from Newquay
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.
... rough seas. Humph!!
So the towns that we have visited have been Pt Isaac, Wadebridge (great Cornish pasties), Polzeath, Padstow, Rock, Tintagel and Boscastle. I have been doing gourmand taste tests on all Cornish pasties (girth increasing mind you) but someone has to do it, ha.
Speaking of food we have enjoyed lots of Cornish delights............Cornish clotted cream, Hog pudding and loads of seafood. You know hog pudding is fabulous for breakfast and ...
... Polgooth coming up and I decide to get a taxi there, to bring this ridiculous, arduous trek to an end for the day.
Not backache and blisters.
We end the day with a farewell celebration dinner for Ed. He’s managed about 120kms in six days and richly deserves the praise we heap on him. The day then comes to a speedy end as we retire to bed early to sleep and snore into the ...
... gazing and walking across the Hill Fort, another ancient place through which Hamish Miller has dowsed the Mary current of the ley line. Again we call to mind the evocative words from his book the Sun and the Serpent:
"There can be little doubt that ancient peoples were intuitively aware of special places where the Spirit of the Earth was strong, certain spots where the forces of Nature were concentrated and could affect human ...
... at these special places an almost childlike reverence is necessary. Preconceptions must be held in check and the mind emptied of trivial everyday clutter. Then one enters a different world. Old stones appear as friends, relishing the contact of a willing mind and triggering revealing insights into their past. Protective spirits seem to hover around them as the veils of vanished aeons evaporate and the past merges with the present. There is ...