Tehidy to St Ives – A Super Walk For The Superannuated

What have you put that for?

Well, I thought it was super and I’m superannuated.

What, you’re a pension scheme or summat?

No dear, the definition is ‘outdated or obsolete through age or new developments’. If that isn’t me then I can’t imagine who it would be. Both outdated and obsolete, as a member of society and with no value to the community whatsoever. I’m crap.

Again I’d had to come quite far inland for a campsite but it was just a couple of miles to the sea.

A delightful cafe perched here at Hell’s Mouth, staffed by young, enthusiastic kids. And the breakfast was the dog’s doo dahs.

Then down and around the cliffs to Godrevy. On to the beach where Maggie’s sister Susie and her husband Pete come down on holiday. Lovely area.

At the end of this beach is Hayle, just 6 miles from St Ives where I’ll pitch my tarp. I can see St Ives and it’s so close. But a long way around the bay.

The last time I walked this route the area here was grassy marshland. With this very high tide everything was under water.

What more can I say? I was just walking. That’s all I do. It isn’t remarkably interesting, but some of my views are. Like this Crimean War siege mortar.

I grabbed a cheese sandwich from a Spar in Carbis Bay and then when I put my foot down, and rounded a corner, I saw my destination. St Ives.

Foot further down and I made it up to the campsite up the hill, grabbing a small tray of mashed potato from Spar on the way.

Looking down on to the back of the town from the campsite was stunning as the sun went down.

I’m going down too, after I’ve eaten my mash cold with a spoon. Heavenly.

213 miles done, 398 to go. Hooray!

Night night.