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| Our morning guest |
Well she didn’t go down to the hotel for tea after all
and decided she wasn’t walking today-the cold.
She would catch the bus to Boscastle, then on to Tintagel,
whilst I walked.
We walked down to the hotel where the bus stop is and
then I headed off, out of Crackington Haven, via Cambeak, the first climb.
It then became the usual roller coaster of a day with
downs and ups.
On my own I made pretty good time, averaging 5.1 kph, in
spite of some of the very hard ascents.
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| The bike |
Came across a bike leaning on a sign, and soon after a
man coming the other way walking oddly, like he was carrying something, a dog
or other animal.
As I got closer he was carrying a very big Sony video camera
and filming as he walked.
He was the owner of the bike.
Rather dangerous I would have thought.
I arrive on Boscastle at midday having done about 12 km
in 3 hours.
It’s hot and I buy a cold drink and have it, with lunch
looking over the harbour.
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| Boscastle Harbour |
Fifteen minutes later I am back walking again and
Tintagel never seems to get any closer.
Every headland seems to pose yet another descent/ascent
series, which are becoming quite tiresome, especially as it’s now quite hot and
I think I am running out of water.
Finally I reach the turn of to the B and B (in fact I
have got it wrong) and it leads me right into their front door.
Our hosts have just got home, and not they haven’t seen
Jo, so pack off and a walk down Tintagel main street ensues and there’s a
problem with our bags, the van has broken down!!
No Jo, so I have a pint and sit on the outside the pub,
on the main street, hoping she will pass by. She doesn’t, so back to the B and
B. Not there, so back down the main street and there she is.
She had a whole day in Tintagel looking at the Old Post
Office, the castle from the outside, it is a ruin and other touristy things.
Our B and B, by this time knows us well and let us up to
the room. Top floor with yet another bath, but no shower!!
No matter the skylights allow a very cool breeze through
the room.
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