Hi Chums

I’m ok, I’m alright doh you have gone from moy loife. What a great song, the old Flogging Molly. What a great day. Port Gaverne leads up to Port Isaac and what a lovely village that is. Bacon sarnie for breakfast and Cornish stream water, three fallen apples and hands full of blackberries for lunch. Yet to pitch but aiming for a site near Rock to give me an early ferry to Padstow.

Fallen behind a bit on my schedule but I’m not too concerned with that. It’s certainly been the toughest part of the coast path.
I’ve done over 162 miles and around 41,000 feet.
Nights
1. Porlock
2. Lynton
3. Hunters Inn
4. Coombe Martin
5. Woollacombe
6. Braunton
7. Bideford
8. Abbotsham
9. Hartland
10. Morwenstowe
11. Bude
12. Crackington Haven
13. Tintagel
14. Port Gaverne
15. I’m hoping for Rock

Thanks to Ann at the farm along the track from the Port Gaverne Hotel. Gave me a free night camping and a shower. May your God be with you.

It’s a short trip from where I am to where I’m going tonight. I’ve stopped to check what’s what and now I’m going on the road again. Right foot is feeling a bit better but every step still hurts. Like Robert de Niro climbing the waterfall in Brazil carrying all that armour and gear as his penury in ‘The Mission’. Oh what a film.

‘Given to the Wild’ – oh what an album. If that had been released in the late sixties it would still be lauded as one of the greatest of all time. Why has recent history not glorified it?

I’ll leave you with a nice photo of my mate Antonia when we were in North Devon.