St. Petroc's Hotel and Bistro
Travel Blogs from Padstow
... 2.5 mph, with rests. Occasionally the wind would drive a short sharp squall ashore but in the main we stayed reasonably dry. We came across a restored hut that had been the workplace of poet and playwright, Ronald Duncan. What views to inspire! Eventually the landscape started to flatten out and we could see Bude, our destination, in the distance . We took heart and in the end made pretty good time reaching the pub we are staying in at just after ...
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.
... Emily's son was the best friend they had to play with.
We have been advised to try and drop Noddy & Big Ears before we fly to Marrakech as they may be locked up.
So next stop after we leave Cornwall on Saturday , is to Salisbury and then to Gatwick to catch he flight to Marrakech. We will be staying at the Riad that Jan & Peter recommended
So dear friends we look forward to seeing some of you in 3 weeks.
C'mon Aussie , c'mon, la, la ,la la, la ...
... he’s being called upon to make.
As the day wears on we struggle to find our way along the exact route, perhaps due to the fact that all my attention has turned inward. I have begun to realise that I am just not invincible and that this is not what this adventure was meant to be about. This was a walk designed to raise awareness of some greater spirituality through delving the mysteries of ancient stories. However I am ...
Having lost some sleep overnight worrying about how to best proceed, I awoke with what I consider to have been a great decision. Now the pressure is off of trying to cover every kilometre with our footsteps I decided we should simply walk off from our hotel in Carnan Downs rather than returning the few kilometres to Ponsanooth. With just Debby and I carrying day packs we walked off with a spring in our stride and found ourselves straight away ...