Bude to Crackington

Only 10 miles but over 3,500 feet and I’m not going to knacker myself for the sake of a day or two. I feel guilty though if I walk less than 8 hours. A lifetime of service, standards that I haven’t lost. Today I did 6 hours. Crap really but tomorrow I’ll thrash it. Boscastle and the legendary Tintagel. Not a strong signal so no photos I’m afraid. I’m setting some targets now:
Tintagel tomorrow night. 11.4 miles and 3,000 feet.
Port Isaac the night after. 10 miles 2,750 feet.
Padstow on Thursday night.
I’ll need to break a limb not to make that now.
I’m into this now you know. I could be like one of them blokes who is a Master, like the old gimmer on the Kung Fu programme in the seventies and eighties. The wise old one who all the young trainees listened to in awe and he talked rubbish but they pretended to understand.
‘Master, you have walked far’
‘Yes Grasshopper, I have walked many leagues’ – that’s me saying this bit.
‘Master, why do you walk and what is your journey?’
‘ Well Grasshopper, mostly it’s for a bit of exercise to keep my brain sharp. What was the other question?’
‘ The journey Master, the journey’.

Then because I’m revered a lot of the trainees gather round and sit cross legged on the floor.

‘ Let me tell you all about the journey my children’. Obviously they’re not my kids but it’s what wise men say.

‘ The beginning is always the end and the end always the beginning. Wisdom gathers around every step and if you are ready you will embrace this wisdom. If not then maybe try it again a week on Saturday’.

Then I’d lift up my robes, hover for a minute for more revering, then go to the pub.

Anyway what is it about cows? All they do is chew. I’ve walked through quite a few cow fields and they’re chewing grass. The herd in the morning must get around the leader, obviously if I was a cattle type thing that would be me then, and talk about their objectives for the day.
The leader says, ‘Who wants to do what and we’ll have a vote?’
This daft heifer says ‘Let’s run round the field’.
The leader says ‘OK who votes for a run?’
Nobody puts their hoof up.
Another cow says ‘Hey, why don’t we graze today?’
Every hoof goes up and that’s all they do. Grass straight into the first stomach then they puke it up and whack it into the second stomach. Makes watching the Blades fascinating compared to the life of cows.

Roll on Tintagel.