So Saturday is a rest day. Ade and I had a great meal last night and he has been the best of company. A wet and windswept day makes me frustrated as I am not very good at sitting still, and I am certainly missing all of my loved ones at home. My youngest grandaughter lifts my spirits early on with a video call, and a long call with Madeleine updates me on life at home. A good admin day, is made better when the baggage transfer company advise that they cannot move my bag 50 miles on Wednesday, I had somehow booked myself into a hotel on the south coast of Cornwall, so some rapid new arrangements are made, and we are back on track. Padstow is a nice town, and looks well supported by the community, but I am itching to get back to the path. So south it is, now heading towards the surf beaches of the Atlantic Coast. One of my old friends is driving all the way from Shipley Bridge to have dinner with me at the end of Day 17, what a lovely man Keith Smith is.