So today started with an early breakfast with my youngest son Sam. We made it to the first ferry out of Falmouth to St Mawes, yes this is part of the coastal path, and then straight on to the little ferry that takes you to a place called Place. A magical start with a flat calm estuary to the River Fal, and two lovely small craft transporting you to what feels like another world. One of my favourite songs, and certainly on my desert Island Discs is “On days like these” by Matt Munroe. I am not too bothered by the words, (as is Matt as he starts off in Italian, and then breaks into La, la, la.) But it opens with “When skies are blue and fields are green, and today the skies were truly blue and the fields were very green. This is another must do section of the path taking you away from the built up Falmouth, and eventually landing you into a magical smugglers cove at Portloe. Sam and I laughed at the cafe in St Mawes called Cafe Chandlers, and then we were into a magical wood with a lovely little Church, before heading out to St Anthonys Head. From the high point the path is fairly friendly all the way to Porthscatho. If you have not been here put it on your list. A nice cafe catches Sam’s eye and we stop for tea and a sandwich. A lovely little seaside village, with people again enjoying the loveliest of days. The path starts to become more of an undulating section revealing some truly beautiful hidden beaches, Porthcurnick beach, then Porthbeam Beach, and we reach Pendower Beach, where we stop once more. Sam likes a service station !!!! This is part of Cornwall I have not visited but is it just lovely, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We discuss why the little hotel is boarded up, but it becomes obvious that nature is taking the land back, and more than likely the hotel with it soon. It all gets a bit more testing now, as we negotiate the climb towards Nare Head. Tregagles hole tells the story of a big drop and climb, but we battle on and reach the foreland at Nare Head. The achievement of the day so far is now visual as you can see for miles here, it also details what lies ahead for me. Portloe is nowhere to be seen so two more up and downs have to be negoiated before we arrive in a very pretty inlet that is Portloe. A wonderful Dad and Son day, with the addtion of meeting Scott and Linda from Canada, very lovely people, and the fantastic couple who run the local camp site, who charge £4.80 for backpackers and never ever turn anyone away. Days like these are rare, and I loved every single second of it. Another 14 miles chalked off.