A good day today, started out about half six and enjoyed a considerably quicker pace than before. The first mile or so is on roads, no pavement and on sections quite narrow. Once on the coast, however, it was back to the countryside and my novel (both earphones in). I woke expecting rain and dressed in all my rain gear, wrapping my backpack and pulling on my rain trousers. Yet, as normal, fears were not realised and no rain came. Showers overnight and a few light sprays here and there but that's it. The wind was weaker and the temperature was perfect for walking, though the sky looked bleak.
My original destination today was Perranporth but since I'd made such good progress yesterday I checked online and set my sites on Holywell instead, a few miles further down the beach. I joined the coastal path at Porthtowan and was greeted with a nice steap climb to Wheal Charlotte Moor Tip before decending down soon after into Chapel Cove. I'm still not good at the climbs but they are affecting me less afterwards. I do feel my fitness growing and leaving camp so early gives me so much time to play with.
The path was easy walking in the end with pleasant sites and I reached Perranporth with aching legs and back but relatively fresh legs. Perranporth is a seaside town aimed to attract tourists, something which almost the entirety of Cornwall seems to be, and stands a little empty without the summer hords. I was tempted by a greasy spoons but shied away since there was little space for me and my bag. I ended up wondering round for too long and giving up, settling for a ice scream parlour with lots of plug sockets. My iPod had run out of power and the characters were in a tight spot. I wanted to know what was going to happen to them.
The next stretch is two or so miles along Perran Beach and up into the hills around a military training base. Along this beach I met the first long distance female hiker walking by herself. I like her immediately for that alone. We had a quick talk and parted ways.
Confusion at the campsite as reception was closed and there was no signal for the phone. I think I had the wrong site completely as when she turned up she informed that camping hadn't opened yet. She saw the dismay in my face and took mercy, letting my stay for £3 and use the public toilets round the corner.
Once set up I took myself to the first pub I'd seen in the town, St Piran's Inn, which was fine but cast quickly into shade when I moved on to Treguth Inn, which had so much more character and (even better at times) Wi-Fi.
My original destination today was Perranporth but since I'd made such good progress yesterday I checked online and set my sites on Holywell instead, a few miles further down the beach. I joined the coastal path at Porthtowan and was greeted with a nice steap climb to Wheal Charlotte Moor Tip before decending down soon after into Chapel Cove. I'm still not good at the climbs but they are affecting me less afterwards. I do feel my fitness growing and leaving camp so early gives me so much time to play with.
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| Tubby's Head |
The path was easy walking in the end with pleasant sites and I reached Perranporth with aching legs and back but relatively fresh legs. Perranporth is a seaside town aimed to attract tourists, something which almost the entirety of Cornwall seems to be, and stands a little empty without the summer hords. I was tempted by a greasy spoons but shied away since there was little space for me and my bag. I ended up wondering round for too long and giving up, settling for a ice scream parlour with lots of plug sockets. My iPod had run out of power and the characters were in a tight spot. I wanted to know what was going to happen to them.
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| Perran Beach from Logger Point |
Confusion at the campsite as reception was closed and there was no signal for the phone. I think I had the wrong site completely as when she turned up she informed that camping hadn't opened yet. She saw the dismay in my face and took mercy, letting my stay for £3 and use the public toilets round the corner.
Once set up I took myself to the first pub I'd seen in the town, St Piran's Inn, which was fine but cast quickly into shade when I moved on to Treguth Inn, which had so much more character and (even better at times) Wi-Fi.
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