Breakfast was rather skimpy; an apple and a cup of coffee. The largest site at which we had stayed on but no cafe!
We walked across the dunes and then eventually down the long flat beach that led to Perranporth. We had a little more dune climbing to do as the tide took its time going out. We stared longingly at the golf course before seeking out some breakfast.
We also found a store that sold more gas. Our morning coffee was safe! Somehow we discovered that we had a mutual acquaintance. Just after we had left Boscastle we met a walker who was doing the Land’s End to John O’Groats for the tenth time in ten years. The last one took him 60 days. His boots, bought in November had just fallen apart. The shop owner in Boscastle promised to post them to him so he could claim a refund. I should have thought that a walk of some eight hundred miles was fair wear and tear.
However, the man in Perranporth had also helped him out as his tent poles had fallen apart.
Nothing like a bit of pre-preparation!
We walked to St Agnes and refreshed ourselves at the hotel where Frank had stayed many a time as a lad. Then we went on to the campsite at Porthtowan. This was a good deal further on than we had thought but the site was pleasant, flat and sheltered. Frank tried to negotiate a cut price and ask if someone could help by moving on our bags. No deal!
I found a Chinese restaurant for the evening meal. A strange place sat in the middle of nowhere! Good food but a pint of soda water at £2.30! Grr!
Verdict: Quite a nice site but the owners are as mean as they come!
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