Today promised to be a 20-something km route, with very little elevation and a huge section drifting gently downhill. Well, Cornwall wasn’t having that and felt the need to throw mizzle at us to tone down our enthusiasm. Mizzle is a combination of mist and drizzle, which today has been thrown at us with quite some forceful wind. It’s been cold and grey, aaaaaallllllll day.

The downhill wooded section was quite lovely.

Unfortunately, it opened out onto the world’s scariest cliff edge.

Why in the world would anyone in their right mind put a bench right on a spindly little rock on the edge of an eroding cliff? Cornwall is trying to kill walkers just as effectively as Scotland, it just has the coastal path as its weapon of choice.

At this point I gave up and we rejoined the road.

We stayed on this for about 5 minutes before realising we had chosen the hard place with no pavement, S bends and fast busy traffic in preference to the rock and so we went straight back to the rocky edge.

To be fair, this did mean Mark could run up a spindly little path and get a closer view of this lighthouse,

while I watched seals playing together in the surf of the beach below.

Eventually, our additional 4km detour to avoid the road, got us back to the road for the last 4km, via St Gothian sands.

This was the closest we got to having a pavement, so we jumped off again and walked round three sides of a cabbage/kale/green leafy veg field to get closer our BnB without getting run over.

Our BnB is quite strong on red lighting, which is a tad disconcerting.

Not quite as full on as the Bucket of Blood for supper though.

Legend has it that in the 14th century, when building the pub, they discovered a well on site. The discovery was made by dropping a bucket down a shaft to remove water from the site and up came the bucket, filled with a corpse’s head in a bucket of blood. With hindsight there is a suggestion that perhaps the red colour may have come from the local tin mines and the head may have been a figment of someone’s imagination and became lore.

Anyway, Cornwall is at least somewhere we have seen a lot more local produce, cider being a key one.

We earned these today……..

Distance 34.49km from a 29.86 presumed start. Honestly…….