What a wonderful world

Great walk from Tintagel to Port Gaverne/Isaac. Britain is extraordinary you know. Fabulous countryside and coast, best food ingredients in the world (even if the French think we don’t know what to do with them), best inventors, explorers, history, military, flaura,…… Walkers?
These are the remnants of an old quarry south of Tintagel.

And this is where I’m sat outside the Port Gaverne Hotel looking down to the cove.

The weather has been wet at times but not persistently yet and most of the time it’s been sunny with passing clouds. Blast from the past those are from when I was a smoker in the seventies and given to fashion. Passing Clouds, plain and strong.

I’ve got a camouflaged poncho which fits over me and my backpack – Swiss army job. I look like a new breed of cattle when I’ve got the hood up. I’m frequently walking through cow fields and on one occasion I had the poncho on. The bull snorted and made a beeline for me, seeing me as a new addition to the harem. The cows saw me as a threat to their young and made just as quick a line towards me. I legged it – just making it to the stile that I took like David Hemery in Mexico in 68, to the excited vocal background of David Coleman. You remember – Mexico Olympics.

Another herd at Saunton were more excited. I didn’t even need my poncho, the bull ran at me but stopped when I didn’t move – paralysis not bravery. Two young bullocks took over and ran at me as I walked (quicker than normal) to the gate. I turned round and shouted “come on cattle, I’ll take you all on”! I felt tough when they backed off. I wasn’t too far from the gate if they hadn’t. Idiot at Home?

I like this photo of me – I’m right tough you know.

I’m enjoying this. Grasshopper – the journey is a monkey.