Feeling Today: 😵👣😖
So Far: 1,093.55 miles, 357:53 hours
It was raining when I woke up, it was raining when I finished, and in between …. it’s been raining. Up to and beyond Portreath the path snaked precariously round windy cliff tops, across more old mine workings. This is becoming Poldark country, but it was too wet and windy to get my top off and my scythe out. Some of the drops to the sea were scary and the numerous warnings that the cliffs are, (in case I hadn’t noticed!), dangerous, steep, crumbling, high, unstable etc didn’t exactly calm my nerves!
My feet have been wet for the whole day and the paths seem to be stonier than usual. My right-foot small toes are screaming for me to stop. ‘Hell’s Mouth’ matched my mood. And seeing ‘Sally’s Bottom’ and ‘Ralph’s Cupboard’ barely raised a smile ….
At Gwithian I kept on the road to reach Hayle, which seems sprawling and dull, though I missed the beach which I guess must be the town’s redeeming feature. I wasn’t interested in redemption by then and trudged round the causeway to get past the salt marshes and onto the path into Carbis Bay and St Ives.
Desperate measures this evening to get my boots dry. The good news is that the forecast for the next two days is good so I won’t need to carry a hairdryer any further….
The Badger pub is okay. I joined Carl and Adele, prison officers from Bolton, in the pub quiz. I was useless and we didn’t win. How could we not know the words to ABBA’s ‘Waterloo’ … ?!