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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.
... said it was an 'aphrodisiac'. Ha, it certainly is not.
So in between all of that we are just enjoying our time living the moment. The 'moment' can be confronting at times.
So here we are at the 3/4 mark of our holiday and we are missing our 4 leggeds.
Did I mention that we have been visited by those annoying Noddy & Big Ears? They gate crashed our time here and they commandeered Bron's big red van. That was such bad form. They also decided ...
... it keeps pulling the bag down. We trudge through deep mud around the flood plain and the muscles in my neck and shoulders are struggling with the pain and a persistent headache arises. It’s clear to me there will be no pleasure in today and I know Debby is struggling as well.
This is just wrong; it’s not how I wanted my last day with Ed to be. I wanted to enjoy it and I am instead cast down in a bleak mood and ...
... the road to Ruan. Don't worry it was the road to Ruan Lanihorne! We had another lovely experience while stopping on a green verge at the entrance to a tiny hamlet, we spread out our simple feast, considering ourselves fortunate to have found this quiet lonely spot. However we slowly became aware that the twitterings, scratching and rumblings from the hedgerow that we had company at our meal table. As I stretched out my bare legs I realised I ...
... tomorrow’s wedding of the offspring of the now deceased former Church Warden. Speaking to the current Church Warden we became conscious he is somewhat wary of our mission. Our ley line did not seem to align well with his version of spirituality.
We had had a somewhat alarming experience earlier in the day. When traversing several fields, we had found ourselves surrounded at one stage by frisky young bulls. The situation ...