Gorran Haven to Pentewan Sands – I Thought This Was Short! (Second Blog Today)

Pals are people who are comfortable with each other as they are, and generally wouldn’t want to change their pal. Pals enjoy each other’s company. Chip was my pal. Still is.

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We woke at 7am, well, at least I did. Colin is an early riser and woke me up at seven. By 7.55am we had disassembled our accommodation, packed our ruckies, washed, cleaned our teeth and were on the road. Colin’s keen on frequent showers and I think he slipped another one in whilst I was snoring. I like showers when I’m in but don’t like getting in. Or getting out. It’s like getting in the sea. Then once you’re in and used to it you don’t really want to get out. So my showers are less frequent than Colin’s. And less frequent than most folk on the coast path. Not that I follow them and log how many times they go to the shower. That would be stalking.

We marched quickly down to Meva and met Lyons on the quay. Nowhere was open for breakfast. However a local bakery had some pasties and did coffee, so we bought some and sat on a bench on the quayside eating our scran.

Another lovely morning. We finished breakfast and caught one of the rare buses that ventured from Meva down to Gorran Haven. Almost immediately the roller coaster of yomping began.

We shared a bit of Lyons’ kit in mine and Colin’s rucksacks, although she is such a proud and stubborn bugger that she wouldn’t consider sending on her own rucksack by taxi to the next destination. Having rested her legs, plastered her blisters and got an early night she was good to go.

There are so many coves and some are inaccessible at high and low tides. The walk today was difficult. Soon eclipsing the difficulty of yesterday. It was sweaty and steep. Q. How cool is this scene? A. Very.

Arriving back in Mevagissey gave us the opportunity to buy provisions for a barbecue on the beach tonight.

Colin and Sandra have been more than generous. They’ve paid for meals and drinks and Colin picked up the bill for the Wet Fish Shop. Hooray!

Setting off again after shopping we had more weight to carry but we were not too far from Pentewan Sands.

However as soon as we passed beyond this headland the path started to undulate wildly again. It was a killer when we thought that it would be a smooth run in to Pentewan.

At long last, our tribulations were over and we rocked in to Pentewan Sands campsite, pitched our canvas and escorted La Lyons to her B&B.

Safely checked in, and feeling the lightness of being without rucksacks, we headed to the far corner of the beach by some rocks.

Stranger on the shore. Thanks Acker. Lyons reflecting on life.

Disposables and driftwood make super BBQs. And so did we.

A modest repast of green beans, corn on the cob, jacket potatoes, asparagus, baby tomatoes, 9 scallops, 3 dressed crabs and a big chunk of hake. We ate like kings and queens. We cleared up our barbie, dumped the rubbish and me and Colin went to the clubhouse for an early nightcap. Lyons went to find her bed in her B&B to lie on. Boom boom.

An early night for us, 9.30pm, applauded by the sky.

Night night.