4 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . After yesterday’s epic walk in the sunshine, we don’t set an alarm. Our slow start is bookmarked at the beginning of the day with a superb breakfast at The Sea View Farm Shop, just up the road from Rosebud Farm camping. It’s a tasty “Full English”, made even better by the fabulous view of the countryside and distance coast. Having discussed our walk up from the coast path with our friendly campsite owner we opt to take a different route today. Walking further along the lane towards Treligga, cutting down to Tregonnick Pont. We did miss a [...]

9 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . A 7 AM alarm in a tent on a campsite is probably not the “done thing”, but we are planning to catch an early bus. A mist is hanging in the valley, but today’s forecast is sunshine so my raincoat is left hanging on the hook in the middle of the tent and we make our way to the bus stop. The bus driver nearly doesn’t see us waiting at the West Downs bus stop (called the telephone box, but there’s just a square concrete pad on the ground) as he’s driving very close to the van [...]

6.5 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . Rosebud Farm Touring Park is adults only – caravans, campervans and the occasional tent neatly parked up or pegged in around the edge of the long field to allow maximum enjoyment of the view over the valley, the wings of the hypnotising wind turbine constantly spinning. My new bell tent is spacious, with only slight rain ingress! We catch the number 96 bus, only slightly late, to the seaside resort of Rock. We’ve visited Rock a couple of times before, the first time maybe 28 years ago. Friends were getting married at St Enodoc Church. The quaintest little church [...]

11.5 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . It’s a real joy waking up when you are staying right on the coast path, no bus to catch, and your car waiting for you at your destination. We’ve slept well on the double bottom bunk bed in our private ensuite room at the Treyarnon Youth Hostel. Last night’s burger and chips were excellent and our clothes have almost dried in the drying room (shame the room wasn’t vented, it was more like a steam room) . They even serve a cooked breakfast here, but we have a long walk ahead of us and a deadline to get to [...]

2 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . I’ve been preparing for this Cornish adventure for weeks. A new notebook, now soggy at the corners, has been carefully written up with bus times, Youth Hostel opening times and a reminder to bring my photo ID. But the one thing I couldn’t plan is the good old Cornish weather. Having spent the last couple of weeks going to work in a heatwave, coming home to the to-ing and fro-ing with overflowing watering cans to my giant sunflowers, broad-beans and zinnias, I’m now on holiday and I expect the sunshine to continue! However, the weather is overcast with dense [...]

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9 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . There are some lovely properties set high above the Gannel estuary, with fine views across Crantock beach. In fact, I would say is a very desirable part of Newquay to live. Wandering along Riverside Avenue into Riverside Crescent we find the Fern Pit café where the summer time ferries cross the Gannel estuary. A small hand written sign resting against plastic boxes says CLOSED. The parking area is taken up with the neatest row of brand new, or recently renovated, lobster pots, I have ever seen. Both the map and the coast path sign direct us straight [...]

11 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . After a delightful evening looking at the stars emerge in the sky from the warmth of the wood fired hot tub at Chy Kel, we’re up early and walking down to Trevauance Cove, ready for a long walk. A low grey blanket is hanging over the tarnished blue seas, rippled white at the edges where the sea meets the stark grey cliffs and the sandy beaches. We find the steps out of Trevaunance Cove and look back at the typical Cornish cove. Intriguing to see a tin mine being converted to a home on the edge of the town. [...]

8 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . It’s been a long four months since we’ve walked the Cornish coast and I’m excited to be back. We motored down to St. Agnes last night where we are staying at a delightful little flint and reclaimed larch dwelling, named Chy Kel, on the edge of a woodland. From the large glass doors on one end of Chy Kel we can peep through the trees to the clifftop above Trevaunance Cove, dotted with tin mine towers. It’s out of season, the tourist busses aren’t yet running, so we take a local taxi for the short drive to Portreath. Graham [...]

5 Miles Miles walked since starting. . . Time to say goodbye to our little fisherman’s cottage in Lelant. We motor around the coast, depositing one car at the large tourist car park in Portreath and bundle into the other car, Lola all excited, as we head back to where we left off yesterday. There is low fluffy cloud cover, menacing grey shapes swirling with vivid white ones, hanging below the bright blue sky. All battling to dominate today’s weather. Hell’s Mouth and Deadman’s Cove are not far below us as we wander along the level clifftop footpath. On the map [...]