The White Hart
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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.
... 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
... carrying a heavier pack, in excess of 20kgs, and it weighs heavy on me. However, if the memory provides some support for me, both Ed and Debby are having problems adjusting their packs which are new to them and in Debby's case the weight is a few kilograms heavier than she feels is manageable. They work at their fittings, adjusting here, pulling a strap there and slowly we fall into a rhythm. The walk takes us out around St. ...