Falmouth to Portloe – Alone, But Not For Long!

David left this morning and I was meeting Sandra and Colin this afternoon in Portloe. I finished short of Falmouth yesterday but I had to crack on today, so this left a gap between Porthallow, where we finished yesterday, and Falmouth, where we slept last night. I’m going to have to fill this gap next week.

David dropped me at the quay in Falmouth, after we had a decent breakfast in the guest house that we stayed in. I made the 9.15am ferry to St Mawes.

Looking back Falmouth was overcast.

And immediately on arrival in St Mawes the tiny ferry to Place Bay was waiting to take me, and several other coast path walkers, on the second leg.

On landing I was the first off and away…. Over the hills and down to the sea on the Roseland Peninsula.

Then turn left and leg it along low cliffs above nice beaches.

The first place of note was Portscatho, which was an expensive and beautiful village. I had a flat white …… oooh get me!

Then set off again to meet Ray, the manager in charge of the local coastal watch station. He was expansive about a distinguished aeronautical career in the RAF and for Aerospace. A decent man of 78! Looked younger than me and certainly more slender. Nice man.

The cliffs were still reasonably low, so no massive climbs, and I made progress.

After 6 hours walking I made it to Portloe, a beautiful, tiny harbour, and our rendezvous location, the Ship Inn.

Colin and Sandra left the car they came down in at our last campsite near Par, and came down by taxi. It was good to see Sandra, who I hadn’t seen for 25 years or so since we worked at Interface. And Colin, who I hadn’t met before.

We walked inland to Sandra’s Guest House accommodation and the owner offered to drive me and Colin to our campsite. On the way she said that she had a field behind the guest house, we could camp in that and have breakfast tomorrow in the guest house.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth. Yes please miss!!!!!

We walked down to Veryan, the nearest village, had some very nice pub grub for dinner, and back to the guest house for an early night.

Sorry to see Killer go but happy to have new company. I must be getting sociable in my old age!

Night night.