Day 107 - Easter Sunday, 11 April 2004 - Maenporth to Porthoustock

 11 miles walked today

1122.5 miles walked in total (10.490 average)

We've moved cottage now and, because I haven't walked as much as I'd planned to, we had a long drive practically back to Falmouth today so I could start at Maenporth.

I started walking at 10.00 am and arranged to meet Mum and Dad at Helford.  It rained during the drive and I wasn't sure I'd get a full day's walking done.  However, as I strode out, the sun came out and I had a good open walk out to Rosemullion.  I've seen violets, primroses, daffs, wild garlic and early flowering purple orchids.

From Mawnan Glebe, I was in woods for a while and, although I couldn't see Mawnan church, I heard the bells ringing for ages as I walked through.  From the woods, I was back on fields around to Porthallack and Porth Saxon towards Durgan, a hamlet right on the water's edge.  From here, I was in the grounds of what seemed to be a stately home!   Although there were people drinking tea on the terrace so it probably wasn't that grand.  I got a spurt on round this bit, just in case I was trespassing!

It didn't take me long then to get to the ferry and I only had a five minute wait before we set sail for Helford, where I met Mum and Dad on the quay.  As we left Helford Passage, a little motorised dinghy hove into view carrying a man sized fluorescent pink Easter bunny!  Just in time for the Ferry Boat Inn to open!

I left Mum and Dad and headed through the car park to pick up the path through the Bosahan Estate and I was back in woods again, passing lots of little shingle beaches with great views up the Helford River and out to sea.

I could hear a very distinctive birdsong as I walked, but had no idea what it was - it was like a chuckle.  Some twitchers identified it for me as being a woodpecker's call, but they couldn't see it, even with their binoculars.  I said it sounded like it was laughing at us.  It was only a bit later that I heard the thudding noise that I usually associate with woodpeckers.

As I came round Dennis Head, I could see down to Gillan Creek and thought I might be able to wade across - my guide book said it was safe to cross an hour either side of low tide.  However, on closer inspection, I decided to wait a while for the tide to go out some more before I attempted it.  I sat on the beach for an hour and finally decided it was now or never.  I really didn't want to do it at this point and had a real battle with myself.  As soon as the first foot went in the water though, I was committed to it and so I waded over knee high in water.   What a refreshing experience!  I spent most of the crossing chuckling to myself.  Halfway over, I met a lady in wellies coming the other way.  I remarked how mad it was, but she seemed very nonchalant about the whole episode.  I found it very exciting though!

From Gillan Creek, I had good open walking past Flushing Cove out to the old observation point at Nare Point and then followed a tricky bit of rock scrambling around to Porthallow.  The rain has left a lot of mud on the path and the stones and rocks are very slippery, so I took it very steady.

The path diverts inland from Porthallow due to quarrying works and I had to walk through a vineyard.  I walked slowly, carrying my empty water bottle in my hand, but no one rushed out and offered to fill it with wine for me - miserable lot!

The path then stayed on the road to Porthoustock, where I met Mum and Dad, seven hours after I set off this morning.

It's been an excellent day but my feet are a bit sore and both Mum and Dad are refusing to give me a foot massage.  Can't say I'm really surprised!

Day 106 - Good Friday, 9 April 2004 - Portscatho to Maenporth

 11.5 miles walked today

1111.5 miles walked in total (10.485 average)

What a beautiful beautiful day!  The weather has been glorious although when we got in the car this morning, the temperature gauge showed three degrees and a little snowflake!

We got to Portscatho and ambled down to the village from the hilltop car park and Mum and Dad went off to have a mooch and left me striding out to the path at 9.45 am.  The path was excellent - nearly flat! - and I made very good progress out to Towan Beach where I was welcomed by field upon field of daffodils - heavenly!

There's a wreck post at Towan which had been erected by the coastguard service to simulate a ship's mast for training.  A rocket and line shot at the post would be made fast and a breeches buoy could be attached.

The coast path sign indicated that it was only two miles to St Anthony Head so I strode off once more.  The fleece was off by now and the sun was very warm with little or no breeze.  Shetland ponies graze the land around Zone Point and five of the stupid things were laying on the path!  They did look very hot though so I wasn't as cross with them as I could have been.  They barely stirred as I negotiated my way around them.

The views from St Anthony Head were fantastic - over to Falmouth and down to Place and St Mawes.  I didn't stay long, sadly, as I only had an hour to get to the ferry point at Place so I flew down the hill and made it with a few minutes to spare.  There are two quays at Place, one for high tide and one for low tide, both two hundred metres apart.  Not being an expert in matters nautical, I decided to sit on the quay nearest to St Mawes and, if the ferry shot past me, I could wave, shout and run back to the other quay.  In the event, this plan wasn't needed as the ferry chugged in sedately to my quay.

At St Mawes, I had a twenty minute wait for the ferry to Falmouth.  It was only at this point that my fleece went back on - very choppy indeed.  The views upriver were fabulous and I got a good vantage point at the back of the ferry over to St Mawes Castle, built between 1540 and 1543.  The castle was only taken once - in 1646 by Cromwell without a shot being fired - because all its guns face seaward!

Falmouth, when I eventually got there, was a nightmare - far too many people about.  I find it really hard to cope with crowds when I'm walking, probably because I spend so much time on my own out on the footpaths.   Even though the paths have been covered in people today too - everybody taking advantage of the long Easter weekend.

I sped through the town as fast as I could - the coast path goes past Marks and Spencer for God's sake! - and headed out to Pendennis Point where I could see over to St Mawes and St Anthony Head.  Stunning.

From here, it was all a bit mundane - prom walking really.  Past Gyllyngvase and Swanpool beaches, before heading out on another footpath round to Maenporth where I'd arranged to meet Mum and Dad.  As I started my descent, I could see Mum and Dad on the beach near the car park.  Apparently, they'd only just got there as they'd done their own walk from Portscatho back to Nare Head today and had popped back to the cottage for showers before picking me up.

Tomorrow, we move from our cottage at Devoran, near Truro, to our new base at Sancreed, near Penzance, and the scenery will become more rugged methinks.  Not to mention the paths!

Day 105 - Thursday 8 April 2004 - Caerhays Castle to Portscatho

 11 miles walked today

1100 miles walked in total (10.476 average)

Mum and Dad were having a day mooching around Devoran today, so I drove to Caerhays and found a likely place to leave the car for the day.  At 9.30 am, I started walking and very early on lost my sense of humour while walking three sides of a farm field, trying to find the way out and onto the path.

I soon had a downhill to East Portholland and went to find the facilities.  There was a sign on the door saying "Closed.  Nearest toilets St Austell."  You're having a laugh!  They were only closed though as they were being repainted so I used them anyway, trying not to touch any of the paintwork.  It was just a quarter of a mile to West Portholland and the houses there had double doors to keep out the winds.

From here, it was steep uphill to Tregenna and then it was up and down for what seemed like ages round to Portloe, one of the prettiest villages I've ever seen.  I sat above the harbour for ages and watched the local community about their business - chatting, gardening, in and out of the post office, etc.  A fishing boat pulled into the harbour and unloaded his wares straight into the kitchen of the Lugger Inn.  An old boy sat down next to me and told me he moved down from London twelve years ago and would never move back.   He told me the food in the Lugger Inn was excellent, but that I would need a second mortgage to pay for it!

The rain started to come down - only lightly - but nothing was going to stop me today!

My next challenge was to get up Nare Head and I wasn't disappointed by the views over to Gull Rock and I saw cormorants and shags there.  I met a couple walking who told me they'd taken early retirement and their year goes something like this:  February - Malta; April to June - Cornwall; September and October - Cornwall; November - Malta; with December, January, March, July and August spent at home.  Suppose it makes your diary very easy to manage?  What a life!   And one to which I aspire.

The cliffs were covered in primroses, daffodils, violets, gorse and sheep!  I chatted to a local Ranger who was putting up signs everywhere asking dog owners to keep their pets on leads or they would be shot.   The dogs, not the owners.

I sat on a lot of benches today - Carne Beach, Pendower Beach and - my favourite - Creek Stephen.  Not a soul about - perfect - with fab views back to Dodman Point and Nare Head.

From Nare Head onwards, I'd been able to see Portscatho and it felt great that I wasn't tired or fed up and could just take my time to get there.  I was very pleased with myself and my progress today.

I got into Portscatho at 3.45 pm and spent a while mooching around waiting for a taxi to get me back to the car at Caerhays.

I was very embarrassed in the taxi as my feet were stinking something terrible so I imagine my tip would be spent on some new air fresheners for the cab!

What an excellent day.  Finally back in my stride.

Day 104 - Wednesday 7 April 2004 - Gorran Haven to Caerhays Castle

 5 miles walked today

1089 miles walked in total (10.471 average)

I knew, when I woke up this morning, that I didn't want to walk and, when the rain came down on the drive to Gorran Haven, I nearly decided not to bother.  However, by the time we'd parked and I'd booted up, the sun was shining and I was ready for the off at quarter to ten.

I had a slight climb up to Pen-a-Maen and followed a very slightly undulating path past Vault Beach and round to Dodman Point.  There were lots of walkers out today and I stopped and chatted quite a bit.  The sun was very warm at this point and I was walking in just a teeshirt, my fleece tied around my middle.  I had a stand off on the path with a cow who was also walking the coast path, but in the opposite direction to me!   It soon turned tail and fled though!

The path meandered down for a long while to Hemmick Beach and, at this point, I was making quite good time so decided to head to Caerhays for a lunch stop.  Mum and Dad were visiting the gardens so I thought I'd probably meet them there.

As I rounded Greeb Point, the wind got very fierce so the fleece went back on, although I never really warmed up at all and, by the time I got down to Porthluney Cove, the waterproofs were on too to keep out the biting wind.

I sat on the beach to eat my lunch - right next to the car in case Mum and Dad turned up.  As I got up to head off again - albeit in a grumpy mood - Mum and Dad appeared with cups of tea, which decided me to get a cup of tea from the cafe and give up for the day.

The schedule is right out of the window now, but, when I planned what to walk each day, I didn't factor in weather, tiredness, bad moods, etc, and think I've overestimated my general ability and fitness.

Oh well, better luck tomorrow.

Day 103 - Tuesday 6 April 2004 - Charlestown to Gorran Haven

 10.5 miles walked today

1084 miles walked in total (10.524 average)

We're definitely getting more organised as I was walking at 9.30 am today.  Mum and Dad walked down to the harbour at Charlestown with me before I headed up the woodland path to Porthpean.  I had to seriously watch my step today as the path was littered with badgers' setts.  My senses were assaulted today - the views were superb, the smell of gorse, sheep and cow poo was overpowering and a very angry buzzy thing flew into my ear which caused much shouting and jumping up and down to dislodge it!

I walked downhill to Trenarren and Hallane and admired the gardens.  One chap told me that his rhododendrons had been flowering in December and most had gone over now.  One of my favourites - periwinkle - ran riot in the hedgerows.   The path at Hallane was in woodland beside a waterfall which trickled lazily to the sea.

I got to Pentewan at midday and stopped for a breather, two miles short of Mevagissey.   Pentewan had a fantastic beach and there were plenty of people taking advantage of the good weather.

I had to follow the road out of the village before getting back on footpaths to Mevagissey.  There were hundreds of people there - where have they all come from?!

From here, I was on road to Portmellon before heading out to Chapel Point and round to Colona Beach and Turbot Point.  According to my guide book, I had an easy three and a half miles from Mevagissey.  However, I didn't think it was any easier than the seven strenuous miles I'd done this morning!  The views were absolutely stunning - the sun was out and the light was fantastic with the sea being a gorgeous turquoise blue colour.

As I came into Gorran Haven, the cliff had suffered erosion so the path was detoured through a local farmer's field.  I jogged downhill into Gorran Haven - it feels good to stretch my leg muscles out with a bit of a run at the end of the day - to meet Mum and Dad and have an ice cream on the beach before heading back to Truro to visit the cathedral.

An excellent day - I think I've finally found my walking legs.  About blinking time!

Day 102 - Monday 5 April 2004 - Fowey to Charlestown

 10.5 miles walked today

1073.5 miles walked in total (10.524 average)

We were more organised today so I was ready to walk at 9.45 am in Fowey.  I had a quick dash down to the harbour to get the postcards I forgot to buy yesterday and then a smart climb out of Fowey and round to Readymoney Cove.  I met another walker there who'd got the overnight train from London to Par and who had walked the six miles to Fowey in three hours.  He told me to watch out for the mud and the field of excitable cattle!   It didn't take long to find them - I knew I was in the right place as they all scarpered in different directions in their general panic!

Primroses, violets and gorse bordered the path again - lovely.  It was very cold today and very windy - I had to take shelter wherever I could get it.  As I came down through the woods into Polridmouth, I came across the most amazing house with immaculate lawns and its own pond, which I had to cross over stepping stones.

From here, it was a very steep uphill to the Gribbin, an eighty-four feet high daymark built in 1832, a red and white striped tower which I've seen for pretty much both days so far.  As I rounded Gribbin Head, I was assaulted by the wind which had been really fierce.  The path along the top has been easygoing and I followed it down to Polkerris before another hike up and over to Par Sands.  These sands reach for half a mile at low tide and, even though it's early April and extremely bracing, there were still lots of families on the beach, albeit wrapped up snugly in their fleeces and waterproofs.

From here, I was on road through Par until I rejoined the path through the China clay works.  The path had a seven foot high fence either side of it and everything was covered in a fine film of white clay dust.  The shrubs and trees along the fence - including ivy and pines - looked as though they were covered in snow.

The path emerged from the works at Spit Point and I was soon walking through a couple of golf courses - it was only a matter of time!  I got chatting to one chap about the building work going on down on the beach.  A contractor is building nine hundred apartments at Carlyon Bay, doubling the amount of properties already there.  I asked how many of the existing properties were second homes or holiday homes and he reckoned half of them were not inhabited all year.  It seems unfair to me that investors can buy second homes and thereby push property values up which prices first time local buyers out of the market.  The national newspapers all week have published headlines "property prices up by 18 per cent".  How's anyone supposed to be able to afford anything?

From Carlyon Bay, I jogged!  It was all downhill though so it wasn't a major burst of energy that was needed from me.  And it helped to keep me warm too - by this time I had teeshirt, fleece and coat on.

I'd arranged to meet Mum and Dad on the lock gates at Charlestown and I was only five minutes later than I said I'd be.  

Charlestown had a tall ship in the harbour and I'd seen one sailing all day as I walked along the cliffs.  Quite a little heritage centre . There were lots of people milling about so there's obviously a lot of people on holiday at the moment.

I've really enjoyed today, despite the biting wind.   I'm only half a day behind schedule, but hopefully I'll make that up over the next few days.