Salecon to Torcross

Che drove us to Salcombe, whilst David and Chantal drove behind, leaving their car at Kingsbridge. We picked them up and at Salcombe we nipped out of the van and made our way down to the quay. How great is walking? Really great. Long distance, difficult walking gives you a buzz. All exercise does I guess.

We walked down to the quay and took the ferry across the Kingsbridge estuary. We were straight into good walking territory.

It’s difficult to describe the joy of walking this path. It’s not just exercise or spiritual cleansing or reconnection with Mother Earth or appreciation of historical settlements or owt else potty. It’s you and the air around you. Cool, warm, windy or calm. That’s what counts. And sunshine. Obviously sunshine you gormless pillock. What about the views? Well, obviously the views you turkey. The comradeship with your fellow walking Killer matey boy and girl? Well, that goes without saying daft lad.

We needed to make it to Torcross by 17.47, to get a bus back to Kingsbridge to pick up the car and then pick up a Nepali takeaway that the Kilby’s were treating us to, then get to a 13th Century pub for an evening of merriment. Where do we go now, where do we go?

We really gave it some welly round the headland and down to Beesands and somewhere else and on to Torcross. We were lucky that the tide wasn’t too far in and we were able to leg it along the beach before we got trapped.

Look at this old pillock earlier in the day. Doesn’t know what he’s doing, where he’s going, what he’s eating. What a prat.

We caught the bus to Kingsbridge, got our brilliant Nepalese takeaway from Royal Gurkha Spice in Modbury and after eating it we meandered up to a pub that was over 1,000 years old.

Incredible.

Night night.