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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 ...
... Debby who is also clearly having to cope with more than she can manage. To top it all I have developed a blister on my toe, something that never happened to me in 4 ½ months of walking in 2010. Remarkably the person who does more than anything to keep our spirits up, despite all the hills and challenges that confront us, is dear Ed. He speaks comforting words to try and inspire, despite the perspiration that is pouring off him and all ...
... 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 ...
... of the morning, so the afternoon was to provide a wonderful compensation.
Meeting a friendly local, called Martin, who was out walking his neighbour’s dog which was called Vanille (query spelling of French word for Vanilla) but which Martin insisted on simply calling dog. Martin escorted us through secret footpaths down into Kennell Vale nature trust. We found a veritable natural wonderland, which had been occupied ...