Taking a moment above St Saviour's Point, looking over the war memorial towards Rock.
> The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
J.F.K, 1961 (attr. Edmund Burke).
Just dropped F back in Bristol after a few days home for reading week. Yes, his digs are next door to the O2. Smart choice. Bonus points if you can spot him in the piccy's above.
A walk around the clumps which was amazingly mud free until almost the very end. Yup, Yogi delivers.
Up early to tidy the house, put the recycling out, and grab a coffee. But still time for a quick chat with H along the terrace.
Today's plan was the reverse of day 1, heading back along the trail to Bodmin. And then up and over the woods at Lanhydrock to the station. I'd spent a little longer chatting with H and so the ride had been a tad faster than planned, 18 minutes faster than the ride to Padstow on Monday. Let's just say the station was a welcome sight. There's even a cafe in the old signal box, with fabulous local sandwiches, shortbread, and less-fabulous coffee. The station staff at Bodmin were wonderful too, wishing me the best of luck getting to the carriage with my reserved bike space (because the train was longer than the platform 😁) After the coffee experience at Bodmin I was up for a cuppa from the GWR onboard trolley. But it didn't make it to our coach until the approach to Reading, so I skipped and went for a platform Starbuck's instead.Achievement unlocked: Total for the week: 154km
After a day out in the weather what better way to relax than a beer and a veggie curry in the pub next door. How about a beer, curry and name-that-band bingo? Yup, you're looking at a winner!
Day 4 plan, grab the bus to Porthcothan, because, and then walk back home. Estimated distance 20 km.
I decided to ride on the top deck of the bus to enjoy the amazing above-the-hedgerow views. The vista across Harlyn sands was particularly impressive. The bus stops right by the closed Porthcothan Cafe. A November theme emerges: The closed cafes of Cornwall. A quick pause to take note of the notes. The beach at Porthcothan. Also in monochrome. And a profile, also in monochrome, where you can see that the surf was very, very, surfy. Heading north to Constantine (past the Minnows and Fox Cove) the views south were dramatic, with squalls wandering inland from the ocean. All the way ominous rain clouds lurked behind me. With big seas contributing some drama to the lighthouse view from Dinas Head. But it stayed dry and sunny in places past (possibly) Stein's family home... ...and round past Harlyn bay (where the surf was up compared to Tuesday) But the rain caught me at Stepper Point, although fortunately the day mark tower saved me from the worst of it. The home stretch was familar growth, through Hawker's Cove and the path back to the memorial. I lovely walk, with views and weather! The south west coast path is pretty awesome, with the only disappointing bit being this nicely fenced section near Mother Ivy's Bay holiday park. Total 22.82km in 4h03m.Up early this morning, trying to beat the weather.
The plan was to head up the river Camel, heading to Wenfordbridge and the closed Snail's Pace cafe (open until the end of October in case you're wondering).
The sky looked promising as I passed the sailing club.
Wadebridge, where the sun was trying hard to break through.
The trail winds itself through woodland along the edge of the river.
Occasionally leaving clues about its history.
Before long (well, a while or two), Wenfordbridge arrives. The cafe looks like it'll be a lovely stop come March.
The way back was gloomy as the clouds settled and drained away all the autumnal colour.
Except the the occasional reminder of better times past.
On the way back a lovely coffee at Relish in Wadebridge - possibly the best coffee since Coffee Works Leadenhall.
And back home, just before the heavy rain hit (this is becoming a pattern).
Muddy bike and muddy gear = never a bad day to ride.
Oh, a tad over 55km in case you were curious.
The weather for the week looked to be worsening. The best way not to get soaked by the rain is to already be in the water. Magic Seaweed reckoned Harlyn would be fun, and Constantine Surf concurred.
So I hopped on the number 56 bus to Newquay, stopping at Harlyn Bridge.
I'd gambled right. Harlyn was beautiful, and I wasn't the only one there (good for your confidence when the surf is nicely busy).The waves were breaking perfectly, with a cross wind conjuring rainbows in the spray.
I also learnt of another use for a body board: head protection when the hail storm hit. Rather a surreal experience floating beyond the breaks and waiting for the squall to pass.
The beach box was open too, so a flat white for me. Which set me up nicely for the walk back to Padstow via Trevone... ...and the Padstow farm shop. And then across the fields to Padstow and a hot bath.