Some Days are Harder than Others

Down to the Lizard Point to pick up where I finished off this morning. Cloudless. Blue sea and pastel sky.

Back at Zennor we met Dutch Pete from Bolton. He’d lived in Holland for donkey’s years and spoke with a Lancashire-Dutch accent. He led us to a decent campsite and was very helpful. He comes to the Lands End area every September for four weeks. Loves it. He’s 69 and looks 63. He gave us some beer that was 11.8%. Friendly guy.

The Star in St Just gave us free drinks due to their strong links with the forces and my Help for Heroes shirt.

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This wonderful arch opened up just after Lizard.

For some reason it was hard going today, I couldn’t get my legs working right and my chest was a bit iffy, although it got better in the afternoon. Eventually we made the 11miles round to Coverack. Tomorrow is a rest day, we’re going fishing on a boat to catch fish on the sea with rods and we’ll eat the buggers too!!! So looking forward to it – not been out since last year and the forecast is good.

Yep, eventually made it to Coverack. A welcome sight appearing out of the distance.

I’ve not been there before and it’s little harbour was full of tiny working boats.

Steve, our skipper tomorrow, has a decent sized catamaran for deep sea fishing and he’s good; he’s the best I’ve been out with and Georgie and Antonia have caught some big fish off his boat, conger, pouting, whiting and mackerel. He spends April to October taking out fishing parties as many days as he can and then takes his missus to Thailand from November to March. Great life innit?

When we got to Coverack we pitched up at a nice local hotel for half an hour to drink cider in the sun. Lush.

Thursday and Friday we’re going to push on from Coverack to Helford and Falmouth.

I’ve just spoken to Maggie and Georgie and they’ve suggested that I stay down and do the path all in one go. They will get Juliet down to University. I’m sad I won’t be home but it makes sense. It helps me make progress in the warm weather, however long this lasts. It means that I’ll hopefully finish by the 9th October. Let’s not count my chickens. Lots of problems can arise and I must focus on the next walking day not the end of the path.

It means I’ll have only been home for 10 days in nearly four months. It makes sense but a break would have been good. And when Andrew goes home on Saturday I’m on my own for a month. I’ll see Ziva in Totnes hopefully when I’m passing but this will be a lonely stretch. Anyway I’ve got Wilson. He understands me.
Hey, have you seen this woman’s head growing out of my right shoulder? I think I need it cut off.