Day 22 St Keverne’s to Mawnan

The simple footpath across the fields did not exist. Some farmers care little about walkers. We made our way round to Rosenithon but our troubles were not over. The local farmers seemed to have hidden quite a few of the acorn signs. We couldn’t even subscribe to Mike King’s theory that we must keep the sea on our right. For the first time the path diverted in land to avoid MOD territory and a few quarries but eventually we reached Gillan’s Creek. This was to be crossed at low tide or a further two miles had to be covered. The stepping stones looked rather iffy; covered in slippery weed and so we paddled across.

The walk through the woods bordered upon the tedious but that was nothing as we had to wait two hours for the ferry.

But time was on our side and we lunched while feeding the birds before hitting Mawnan and a comfortable B&B.

The landlord was a trustee of the local arts centre. We visited and Frank gave some very useful advice to the potter there. Back at the B&B the landlord for all his big talk about supporting charity admitted to watching ‘Desperate Housewives’ and charging us the most rent of all the B&Bs!

Verdict: The meanest landlord!