The Hundred House Hotel Cornwall
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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.
... rough seas. Humph!!
So the towns that we have visited have been Pt Isaac, Wadebridge (great Cornish pasties), Polzeath, Padstow, Rock, Tintagel and Boscastle. I have been doing gourmand taste tests on all Cornish pasties (girth increasing mind you) but someone has to do it, ha.
Speaking of food we have enjoyed lots of Cornish delights............Cornish clotted cream, Hog pudding and loads of seafood. You know hog pudding is fabulous for breakfast and ...
... 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 ...
... gazing and walking across the Hill Fort, another ancient place through which Hamish Miller has dowsed the Mary current of the ley line. Again we call to mind the evocative words from his book the Sun and the Serpent:
"There can be little doubt that ancient peoples were intuitively aware of special places where the Spirit of the Earth was strong, certain spots where the forces of Nature were concentrated and could affect human ...
... 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. ...