The coast path led straight out of the campsite but what a tricky path. We spent so much time looking at our feet that we missed the views. Frank became the first to fall and the path’s severe tag earned its worth. After Frank’s fall I bashed my knee. Walking wasn’t pleasant.
When we reached Zennor we stopped for coffee and cake (not cheap) and took the road that ran parallel to the path. Not only was the going much easier but it allowed us to view to galleries. One of them sold Frank a painting – what will Alyson say?
We reached Pendeen and we camped behind the pub. What a dump! We pitched our tents as school kids walked passed on their way down to a dodgy looking council house estate. We waited until 9 pm to take part in the pub quiz – it never took place! Another early night!
Verdict: Worst field for camping in – lousy showers and filthy toilets!
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