Premier Inn Newquay - A30/ Fraddon
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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.
... our path "we would drive off the end of Wales"!!!!
So we lost about an hour but it was the rain and traffic that really made us say a few words that rhymed with duck!!!!! I have now decided that we cannot use a road map as my darling partner is not able to read a map Her comment to me was "I hate these bloody things" ha.
So then we arrived at this beautiful I accommodation called 'the Gwelva' The view from every window that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean , ...
... 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 ...