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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.
We start with a taxi ride with our full packs back to Tregony and I am immediately frustrated, struggling with our SatNav. I have taken so much time to plot the route and yet I can't bring it up on the screen now I need it. The frustration is combined with the annoyance of my still itchy bites from the horseflies six days ago, and coping with the still heaviest pack yet of at least 23kgs while being buffeted by the tail end of the fierce ...
... 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 ...
... and I found my words flowing
Nature's entangling foliage
Hearts and minds
But despite the stimulation of our surroundings, after 20kms with heavy packs we called our day to a halt at Ponsanooth, and managed to call a taxi to take us to our accommodation. The Premier Inn, to our disgust turns out to be a horrible tourist scamming place which I have unfortunately booked us into for two expensive ...
... my mood now completely lifted. The magic has worked and I know I am transformed.
We walk 24kms in all on what turns out to be quite a hot sunny day. The highlight was the veritable haven of peace we found in the church at Germoe. This epitomised a place with a spiritual feeling, whether sitting quietly inside or in the ancient seat in the church yard. To read that the Mary ley line runs ...