Hello all
At the end of the last blog I was about to join Mel, Andy and their son George for a roast meal at a local restaurant. It was a very pleasant evening and was warm enough to sit outside. I picked up the menu only to discover that I had forgotten my glasses, so I asked Mel if there was roast lamb on the list. There was, so the choosing was complete.
I ate with great decorum, despite the desire to woof it all down quickly. I drank a pint of Tribute as an accompaniment to the delicious meal and decided against afters (desert).
What very kind and friendly people they are to allow me to park the van on their site, with the luxurious shower too. Thanks again to them.
I really did sleep like a log last night. I was pretty tired, but also it was a bit warmer in the van. When the alarm woke me at 6.00 I really didn't want to get out of bed. But there wasn't a great deal of time to spare if I was to get to Hayle, park up and get the bus back to Portreath on time.
In Hayle.
I was standing in the correct place - the bus was on time - I stood aside to allow the regular travellers to get on before me. Then I stepped up onto the bus platform and brandished my one day travel pass which I had loaded onto my phone.
"A single to Trelowarren Street please".
"Where?"
"I rather hoped that you would know. I have to get off there to get another bus to Portreath".
"Truro", she said.
"Yes please", I agreed, not sure if it was correct or not.
"That will be £4.80, please".
I waved my day pass under the reader and it beeped pleasingly.
Then I stood there.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked.
"I was waiting for my ticket".
"You've got a day pass, you don't get a ticket". I think she rolled her eyes.
I moved into the bus.
I sat near the front and wondered if I was on the correct bus and when I should get off. In fact I was getting quite anxious about it.
Suddenly it dawned on me - put Trelowarren Street in Google maps and watch my progress towards it.
I am so glad that I did this, as I discovered that Trelowarren Street is in Camborne and sure enough we pulled into Camborne Bus Station. I got off feeling quite relieved. The bus continued on to Truro.
The next bit was easy. The number 47 to Portreath. I handled it like a local, regular bus user.
I stepped off the number 47 feeling pretty pleased with the way that the adventure had panned out and set off to do the thing that I do best - walking.
As I was walking along the cliffs in the sunshine, I came to a difficult conclusion. I was happy to say that this was the best part of the coast path so far, and there have been some wonderful stretches. There were two very steep descents and climbs fairly near the start of the walk, but they were quite easy due to the combination of meandering paths and short flights of steps.
I'm not sure if this photo captures what I mean, but I have become quite an expert in descending and climbing in the last two and a half weeks. It's ok to arrive at the top of a hill a bit out of breath and feeling the weight of your pack, but sometimes it is like you have just had a battle with nature as you reach the top.
Anyway these were good paths.
The walk along the cliff tops was glorious and I was very happy in myself and enjoying the solitude of the whole experience. At about coffee time I came across a bench which was just about perfect.
I walked on, bumping into a lot of people who where carrying, and using, binoculars. I guessed that they must be bird watchers - if not twitchers. I tried to see what they were looking at but couldn't.
My knowledge of the birds that visit my garden is pretty good but there have been some that I have seen on this walk that are unfamiliar to me. I think I will do a blog on the wildlife that I have seen, but that is for another time.
So, so far this walk is the best to date. It was brilliant and joyful up to, and including Godrevy Point and it's light house, then it all changed to a different type of walk.
But first here are some pictures of the nice bit -
As I entered the next bit of the walk - the coast path through the dunes and on to Hayle - I must say that it all did look rather lovely.
Three hours later I was just coming out the other end after a miserable trudge through the sandy dunes. The good people of Hayle have put up some very nice way maker stones but even following these across the dunes didn't help much.
I can safely say that dunes are my least favourite places after today (but I'll get over it)
I'm now in St Ives.
Take it easy.
Rob
www.justgiving.com/fundraising/RobSetter
At the end of the last blog I was about to join Mel, Andy and their son George for a roast meal at a local restaurant. It was a very pleasant evening and was warm enough to sit outside. I picked up the menu only to discover that I had forgotten my glasses, so I asked Mel if there was roast lamb on the list. There was, so the choosing was complete.
I ate with great decorum, despite the desire to woof it all down quickly. I drank a pint of Tribute as an accompaniment to the delicious meal and decided against afters (desert).
What very kind and friendly people they are to allow me to park the van on their site, with the luxurious shower too. Thanks again to them.
I really did sleep like a log last night. I was pretty tired, but also it was a bit warmer in the van. When the alarm woke me at 6.00 I really didn't want to get out of bed. But there wasn't a great deal of time to spare if I was to get to Hayle, park up and get the bus back to Portreath on time.
In Hayle.
I was standing in the correct place - the bus was on time - I stood aside to allow the regular travellers to get on before me. Then I stepped up onto the bus platform and brandished my one day travel pass which I had loaded onto my phone.
"A single to Trelowarren Street please".
"Where?"
"I rather hoped that you would know. I have to get off there to get another bus to Portreath".
"Truro", she said.
"Yes please", I agreed, not sure if it was correct or not.
"That will be £4.80, please".
I waved my day pass under the reader and it beeped pleasingly.
Then I stood there.
"Yes, can I help you?" she asked.
"I was waiting for my ticket".
"You've got a day pass, you don't get a ticket". I think she rolled her eyes.
I moved into the bus.
I sat near the front and wondered if I was on the correct bus and when I should get off. In fact I was getting quite anxious about it.
Suddenly it dawned on me - put Trelowarren Street in Google maps and watch my progress towards it.
I am so glad that I did this, as I discovered that Trelowarren Street is in Camborne and sure enough we pulled into Camborne Bus Station. I got off feeling quite relieved. The bus continued on to Truro.
The next bit was easy. The number 47 to Portreath. I handled it like a local, regular bus user.
I stepped off the number 47 feeling pretty pleased with the way that the adventure had panned out and set off to do the thing that I do best - walking.
As I was walking along the cliffs in the sunshine, I came to a difficult conclusion. I was happy to say that this was the best part of the coast path so far, and there have been some wonderful stretches. There were two very steep descents and climbs fairly near the start of the walk, but they were quite easy due to the combination of meandering paths and short flights of steps.
I'm not sure if this photo captures what I mean, but I have become quite an expert in descending and climbing in the last two and a half weeks. It's ok to arrive at the top of a hill a bit out of breath and feeling the weight of your pack, but sometimes it is like you have just had a battle with nature as you reach the top.
Anyway these were good paths.
The walk along the cliff tops was glorious and I was very happy in myself and enjoying the solitude of the whole experience. At about coffee time I came across a bench which was just about perfect.
So I sat on it and drank my coffee and ate a muesli bar.
And this was the view
I walked on, bumping into a lot of people who where carrying, and using, binoculars. I guessed that they must be bird watchers - if not twitchers. I tried to see what they were looking at but couldn't.
My knowledge of the birds that visit my garden is pretty good but there have been some that I have seen on this walk that are unfamiliar to me. I think I will do a blog on the wildlife that I have seen, but that is for another time.
So, so far this walk is the best to date. It was brilliant and joyful up to, and including Godrevy Point and it's light house, then it all changed to a different type of walk.
But first here are some pictures of the nice bit -
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| The view towards Navax Point |
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| The Gorse that smells of sweet coconut when the sun shines on it. |
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| Godrevy Island through the gorse |
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| Godrevy Island and Lighthouse |
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| The brilliantly named "Hell's Mouth" |
Three hours later I was just coming out the other end after a miserable trudge through the sandy dunes. The good people of Hayle have put up some very nice way maker stones but even following these across the dunes didn't help much.
I can safely say that dunes are my least favourite places after today (but I'll get over it)
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| The best way markers on the path - so far! |
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| "I can't take it anymore, Just leave me behind! |
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Take it easy.
Rob
www.justgiving.com/fundraising/RobSetter
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