Downderry to Plymouth

I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better. Thank you mister. Is New York cold?

Che dropped me off this morning at a place called Downderry. From here I will walk to Plymouth, about 18 miles. It was overcast and I was feeling ok about walking. The tide was out and the sand was exposed, so I walked along it as far as I could.

Then it all ended and I had to get back up to the Coast Path.

There was a bit of a rock climb and then a rope up a steep track.

And over the top after a while was Portwrinkle, with a golf club that did breakfast butties. Heavenly. Then on, over the golf course and back down to the beach before the tide reclaimed its land.

It was a dodgy little path that ended up at the top of a cliff with a fractious climb down to the sand below. I was glad to get down.

The tide was coming in now at a fair lick and there were not too many exit routes. I sped up my pace and loved scooting across the sand.

Eventually the sea was filtering through gaps in the sand and cutting off my exit. After a few clambers over rocks and on to the last beach I knew I had to leg it. I raced the tide right up to Rame Head, and then slipped inland. A great run.

The cloud came down and I got my head down and headed for the nearest village, Cawsand.

Then the cloud cleared again and I ended up on a ridge leading out from Cawsand towards a ferry to Plymouth.

Then a quick dash to the station, a train to Looe, a nip across the road and the Kilby’s arrived in the pub I was sat in just ten minutes later.

A good day topped with fish and chips takeaway to our tents and a relatively early night.

I covered 18 miles today. It was great.

Night night.