The rain greated me in my dog smelly room in Portreath, I am sure the last occupant of that bed was a very wet Irish Wolfhound. A good climb out of Portreath Gulls Rock dominates the vista out to sea, the rain is trying hard but my spirits are up for it. A couple of very quick up and downs, which seem like babies compared to yesterdays. Then a really long flat stretch along the cliff top across Reskajeange Downs (Sounds Dutch), the usual great names Bassets Cove, Greenbank Cove, Deadman’s Cove (it’s true), Hudder Cove and then Hell’s Mouth. I stopped for a cup of tea here and met Roger the retired barrister. His greating was, “you’re a lovely colour” so I explained why I am so weather beaten. He then offered me a massage, Urm I thought, but he then introduced me to his daughter who was on crutches and is a physio. His parting shot was, ” you have nothing to worry about young man, Guy Fawlkes will soon be resurrected and he will finish the job this time. Some character, and it made me chuckle for the rest of the day. After Hells Mouth you head out to Navax Point and the lighthouse at Godrevy Point, that lighthouse must have saved countless lives. At Kyance cove I saw my first set of seals, lying on the beach, Cornwall is such a laid back place. Crosssing St Gothian sands you see the complete expanse of St Ives Bay, just stunningly beautiful. And then into Upton Towans, a huge sand dune complex, over 3 miles long, and that does take it out of you. I manage a detour, wrongly, and appear by a guy collecting for Lifeboats, wow you could get lost in there to which he replies indeed and its full of Adders. Eventually around the corner to Hayle, which has a good working history with the sea, that has been the subject of some conjecture. DEvelopers purchased the quay side, and against strong opposition achieved a big planning approval. Sad, but life. However, the development has already gone bust twice, I would say there is a curse on it, but then again I am now quarter Cornish. Madeleine arrives this evening and I pen this from our substantial appartment in the middle of St Ives, bless her. I am so looking forward to seeing her, we have been apart for three weeks, the longest period in our v42 year marriage, put the hankies away. So another 12 miles clocked off, the final four of which were complete agony.