Maenporth to Falmouth – Why Don’t You Take A Break David? (Second Blog Today)

Why are you pushing yourself so hard? You did 4 kms the other day. Wow! I didn’t know that! What is that in miles? 2.485 precisely. The Speaking Clock! At the third stroke it will be 5.34 precisely. Pip, pip,pip.

Deborah drove me down to a cafe and bought me a bacon and egg sandwich before letting me loose.

I strode like a champion of cliff walking. Fast and…. well fast, that’s all. I mean I shouldn’t have to apologise for just being fast, surely. My name’s not Shirley.

In no time….well it did take some time but it’s just a saying….in no time I was at Swanpool Beach, watching the elderly, but determined, bathers. Respect.

Straight off again like a greyhound after a tin hare. 10 to 1 on. Over to Gyllyngvase Beach.

Close to the end and cruising along.

Then over the hill to Falmouth. Industrial and rural.

The St Helena used to come into Avonmouth docks in Bristol when I was a young man working there. A real blast from the past.

Then round the bay into the town.

I’ve completed 378 miles, well officially, but quite a few more in reality due to diversions and inland campsites. It’s been great.

Now I’m taking a break. I’m going to complete Fowey to Poole, the remaining 223 miles, next April/May 2025.

This year I’m going to focus completely on getting fit for Everest Base Camp and the three passes in the Himalayas in September. My final trek into the Himalayas. Before then there is a lot I need to do at home, and look after my missus, who is my biggest consideration. We’ve also got a family holiday in June. It’s not sensible to finish the coast path in July. Prostate Cancer UK agree and will extend the fundraising until next May. They are very supportive.

Thank you to Sparvie, Killer, Lyons, Colin and Deborah for joining me on the path. Thank you particularly to Lyons for encouraging her friends to donate and thanks to everyone who donated to Prostate Cancer UK. You’ve raised £2,380 so far. Thank you. That makes a difference.

Last word to the idiot who is me.

Night night.