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| I know I had a lot to drink last night, but? |
Yet another fine morning, damn!!
We walk out of our accommodation to be faced by a pink
elephant, as one does, on our way down to Port Isaac.
We had a later start as our friend Rolf, the German,
can’t get away before that.
We meet him in a very quiet Port Isaac. The tourist
crowds haven’t arrived yet.
A pasty for our lunch and we ae off.
Another long 19 km day, with the usual headlands to
negotiate.
Port Quinn soon appears and is s sleepy little as in
small village, that boasts a tap for drinking and that’s it.
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| Folly, you bet |
Oh and also a folly, build like a castle in 1827 by
someone far too wealthy, to entertain his friends.
It’s increasingly hot as we walk, little breeze, yet lots
of sweat.
We stop on Pozreath for lunch and consume 1 litre of
orange juice to supplement the pasty.
It’s then a sandy walk around to Rock where the ferry
takes us across to Padstow and the end, for us of the South West Coast Path.
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| Ferry to Padstow |
We celebrate with a beer on the quayside and then look up
our accommodation with the rather twee name “Ere-it-is”.
Tonight Rick Stein’s Bistro and very good it was too,
though somewhat overpriced by our standards.
Jo had a very nice and spicy fish curry and I has a steak
which was very tasty. The bill came to 55 pounds which in current exchange rates
equates to $100.00, though did include a ½ litre of Chilean merlot,
I think we do very well back in Oz.
As I sit here writing it is starting to rain!! Our
walking is over, now the touristy part.
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