Old School Hotel
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... to appreciate the view. In the afternoon in particular, the wind must have been gusting up to 50 or even 60 miles an hour, as at times we were struggling to stay on our feet, never alone walk! We had started the day walking cross country on roads, as we did not have the time to follow the SWCP all the way round Hartland. So we headed due southwest from Clovelly to rejoin the path about 2 miles north of Welcome Mouth. The view of the cliffs ...
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 ...
... 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 ...
... 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 ...