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I caught the bus from St Ives to Hayle without a single problem. The bus was running about 20 minutes late but I was not responsible for that.
When I arrived in Hayle I headed straight for ASDA, or ASDA's as the people of Newton Abbot always appear to call it.
The coffee was good and the toast and marmalade was ok and it was cheap so I wasn't complaining.
The snack I had at the other end of the day was very nice - splendid coffee and a delicious fruit scone and butter. This was at The Tate, St Ives, and this snack could never be described as cheap however you cut it.
The walk from Hayle to St Ives the shortest on the whole Coast Path being just 6 miles. This suited me just fine, because it meant that I had plenty of time to look around St Ives and also time to pack up my larger rucksack for the days of wild camping to come.
The first 3 miles were beside a busy road and then through a housing estate and then past some pretty swanky houses with lots of "PRIVATE KEEP OUT" signs.
The new housing estate was built next to the marshes that make up a big part of the estuary, and as a result the developers had given the streets names of birds which could be seen on the marshes, but funnily enough they hadn't chosen any common birds and one or two I would doubt have ever been seen near Hayle.
I got some pretty strange looks from a few of the residents when I took these photos, but I am past caring and anyway I'm not going back.
Once out of this area, it was quite a pleasant walk to St Ives. There is a branch line which runs beside much of the path and it must be one of the loveliest in the area.
My favourite part of the walk was through a natural bower of hazel trees with wild garlic flowers and bluebells bordering the path. The way that the trees on the seaward side (right) are shaped by the prevailing wind, and the shelter that these seaward trees give to the hazels on the left of the path creates this lovely natural tunnel. The dappled sun added to the peaceful and delightful experience. Sublime!
St Ives is a busy place. it's a Tuesday before the season has even started and already the narrow streets are heaving. I'm not a linguist but I heard what I believe were many different languages. I felt uncomfortable, not by the foreign languages but by the crowds. Don't get me wrong I'm not a racist.
So I went to The Tate for a bit of peace and quiet. I love it there and have visited the place three times now. I took a few photos one of which I have entitled "Where's Roberto".
For the last two night I have been able to park my van at Dan and Weeb's house. Thanks very much to them both. The van will stay here for four more days because................
I caught the bus from St Ives to Hayle without a single problem. The bus was running about 20 minutes late but I was not responsible for that.
When I arrived in Hayle I headed straight for ASDA, or ASDA's as the people of Newton Abbot always appear to call it.
The coffee was good and the toast and marmalade was ok and it was cheap so I wasn't complaining.
The snack I had at the other end of the day was very nice - splendid coffee and a delicious fruit scone and butter. This was at The Tate, St Ives, and this snack could never be described as cheap however you cut it.
The walk from Hayle to St Ives the shortest on the whole Coast Path being just 6 miles. This suited me just fine, because it meant that I had plenty of time to look around St Ives and also time to pack up my larger rucksack for the days of wild camping to come.
The first 3 miles were beside a busy road and then through a housing estate and then past some pretty swanky houses with lots of "PRIVATE KEEP OUT" signs.
The new housing estate was built next to the marshes that make up a big part of the estuary, and as a result the developers had given the streets names of birds which could be seen on the marshes, but funnily enough they hadn't chosen any common birds and one or two I would doubt have ever been seen near Hayle.
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| My favourite. |
Once out of this area, it was quite a pleasant walk to St Ives. There is a branch line which runs beside much of the path and it must be one of the loveliest in the area.
My favourite part of the walk was through a natural bower of hazel trees with wild garlic flowers and bluebells bordering the path. The way that the trees on the seaward side (right) are shaped by the prevailing wind, and the shelter that these seaward trees give to the hazels on the left of the path creates this lovely natural tunnel. The dappled sun added to the peaceful and delightful experience. Sublime!
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| The wild garlic and bluebells ARE there - you'll just have to take my word for it. |
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St Ives is a busy place. it's a Tuesday before the season has even started and already the narrow streets are heaving. I'm not a linguist but I heard what I believe were many different languages. I felt uncomfortable, not by the foreign languages but by the crowds. Don't get me wrong I'm not a racist.
So I went to The Tate for a bit of peace and quiet. I love it there and have visited the place three times now. I took a few photos one of which I have entitled "Where's Roberto".
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| A view from the roof cafe. Look at the light! |
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| "Where's Roberto" |
For the last two night I have been able to park my van at Dan and Weeb's house. Thanks very much to them both. The van will stay here for four more days because................
Tomorrow I start my period of wild camping which will last for four nights. The rucksack is packed and is heavy. As a result I have decided not to take my lap-top on the journey (not that I ever was). So, this will be the last blog for 4 days.
It's - So Long But Not Goodbye.
Take it easy.
Rob
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