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... especially stretching north to Hartland Point. No less spectacular were the rock formations on the beach. This first inlet or mouth and beach, we really appreciated. However, this stretch of the SWCP is a series of deep valleys and inlets, meaning we would walk down a steep valley side only to then have to climb out the other side. As the afternoon wore on, so the strength of the wind increased and we struggled to maintain our usual speed of between ...
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 ...
... with the trillions of microbes that live in every gram of soil and were resting alongside the pores of my skin. Somehow we are being transported to another world, and yet it is still this world, the one I cruise across the surface of, without recognition for most of my life. We eat hardboiled eggs and cold marmite toast with tomatoes bought from a family garden along the way, yet today the food is irrelevant, as I am filled to overflowing by ...