This was to be the longest walk; seventeen miles of ‘strenuous’. It seemed to be the coldest start but after a cup of coffee that nicely warmed our hands we set off. The path ran parallel to the road for a couple of miles and I turned to check every car that passed to see if Rosemary could offer cheer but we didn’t see her until later. She had to pick up our bags and deliver them to the Youth Hostel beyond Padstow; the fact that she had to go a long way inland meant the journey would be arduous. The path stayed flat but the dunes proved to be difficult to make good progress. We met for lunch- another great one and I found it so difficult to say goodbye. We took on more water; the day grew warmer.
We walked on to Boscastle. On the cliff tops we saw a rabbit with myxomatosis and a couple of shagging buzzards or were they buzzing shags? Almost the first person I saw after I arrived in Boscastle turned out to be Rosemary. She had delayed her journey back. We shared tea and flapjacks and had to take our bags on to the Boscastle Youth Hostel as the Padstow wouldn’t take them – something about security!
I said another farewell to Rosemary and after a great meal of spinach and ricotta pancakes in a local diner we began to revise our plans. Frank used his mobile and continued to persuade B&B landladies to reduce their prices – sometimes it worked.
Verdict: A most scary warden frightened Frank! Get your foot out of my office!
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