We left Bude after a lovely evening with Ezza and his wife Rachel, crossing Nanny Moore’s bridge and the the canal which has a sea lock, a climb up to compass point that has been moved in land by 100 metres due to erosion, something that is becoming evident all along the path. Rolling hills, atop the cliffs, dropping down into Widdermouth bay. A fantastic beach, with four different groups of local school children being given geography and geology lessons, magical. The path once again bears its teeth, with some very big ups and downs, the final mile into Crakington Haven seems to be three miles, but a stunning cove, beach and pub awaits. We met a complete fruitcake paragliding off the cliffs, but he has been “doing it for 20 years” so he knows what he is doing, definately not for the faint hearted. So a day of contrasts, sea lock, meadow cliff tops with cattle, sheep and wild ponies, wooded sections with “stunted Oaks” and the final miles offering some amazing views. A goodbye to Clarkie who has dragged me along for three days and been the best of company.