The weather has completely changed and the storm has moved away. The sea is totally different and much calmer than it was before.
It is cloudy and dull as we leave Cadgewith and no wind.
Cadgewith has survived the night and all fishing boats are in-tact, as far as we can tell...
A small matter of eating our own weight in bacon and eggs before we leave (that is apple juice not beer!)
Dark and moody on the path
The rock has changed from granite to slippery serpentine, which was mined and made into everything from ashtrays to mantelpieces by the victorians - the mines are still here...
This is Kennack Sands - our only beach of the day.
Time for a play with the ball
It looks even better from the other side
We are proud of the distance we have covered in our two days
And young legs are on the top of the world
We arrive in Coverack after a long 6 and a bit miles. We have lunch in the Paris Hotel - named after the ocean liner that was wrecked on the lowland headland here in 1899.
Marching on we discover beautiful sites and marking to acknowledge the dead amongst them
There is a massive diversion on the path here after recent flooding and we find ourselves far in land (relatively). The path almost passes the home of Roskilly ice cream here now but we decide not to go for a sample...
The climate here has turned to lush vegetation a and it seems like we are walking through rainforest now
We pause for a mug of tea at the fantastic Fat Apple Cafe going into Porthallow
And then end up in Porthallow. This poem and statue is to represent half way through the entire path being 315 miles (apparently although my maths is a little different since I have already done 340 Miles at this point) from both the End in Poole and the beginning where I started in Minehead. The poem is to represent all that can be seen on the path.
Time to check into the guest house and then back to the Five Pilchards for a very nice tea...
