Another wet and windy morning meant the dash at 06.00 to get across the tidal Penpol crossing over the Gannal was not going to happen. Breakfast and then an hour trudging along the main A392 with heavy rain was not exactly lifting my spirits, the other option to missing the tides. But once over The Gannal and into the reed beds, life felt different, tarmac, built form, and people had all gone, and I was back on the very special path. Although the rain was consistant the winds were lighter than yesterday and this makes such a difference. Once past the Southern end of the Penpol crossing the land turns to sand and that was it for the rest of the day. The path generally is solid, and there are areas of coastal pasture but the sand seems to dominate what is a lovely and interesting section. After the lovely Crantock Beach the climb to Pentire Point brings full exposure to the prevailing winds. A drop down to a wonderfully named beach, Porth Joke, up and around Kelsey Head and drop again to Holywell Beach, another fantastic stretch of sand. I meet my first person of the day after nearly two hours, a dog walker braving the elements. A climb to Penhale point, reveals the strange and spooky former army base, Penhale Camp. This provides some interesting distraction as a helicopter is praticing dropping commandos into the camp, lifting and circling, some skill in the wind today. Then onto Penhale Sands, and Perran Beach, two miles long and with dunes up to 150 feet high. The path takes you through the dunes and this is increadibly hard work on dodgy knees. And so it was welcome to round the final dune section and see Perranporth, having past the Haven site that will bring memories back to the mad women campers, not all fond. Soaked to the skin, but with a big smile back on my face, jacket potato with corrination chicken and roasted peppers warms the heart. Bed for the night is a self catered converted garage, quirky, but just perfect. Goodnight.