St. Agnes Hotel
Travel Blogs from St Agnes
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.
... as they didn't have good Barbie bricks. Won't rub it in but really dodgy bricks and technique. Been out deep sea fishing and Sean and I have done a Rick Stein course, fabo.
We were treated to a beautiful meal at the Port Gavern Hotel hy Emily & Sean. And thank you Emily for the beautiful gift of the cooking course.
Oscar and I have been bogey boarding in the Atlantic and after the numbness kicked in we really enjoyed ourselves. Actually a lot of time we ...
... Polgooth coming up and I decide to get a taxi there, to bring this ridiculous, arduous trek to an end for the day.
Not backache and blisters.
We end the day with a farewell celebration dinner for Ed. He’s managed about 120kms in six days and richly deserves the praise we heap on him. The day then comes to a speedy end as we retire to bed early to sleep and snore into the ...
... of her life-giving energy flowing through places recognised as centres of illumination."
We drew ourselves away regretfully from this lovely setting and descended down to a small chain ferry, The King Harry Ferry. Crossing the river we then walked on up and up and up with hot tired feet and Ed describing his first blister, a nasty one sitting under the ball of his foot. We stop briefly in Philleigh at the Roseland Inn for coffee ...
... 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 ...