So the first day on my own for a while and I set off after thanking Iain for his excellent company over the past three days wit h a spring in my step. A downhill start from the quirky but lovely Talland Bay Hotel, meant only one thing, I would be going uphill very soon, and so it confirmed. A path atb the start very similar to the day before with ups and downs, tight ledges and a beautiful view as ever, despite the overcast skies. After passing Samphire Rocks, and Wallace beach you drop to the outskirts of Hannafore, the western edge of Looe. Looe means a lot to my family, Madeleine’s Mum, Grandad, and Uncle were all born there and it was at the fore during the recent service for M’s Mum’s passing. A very pretty and active port with a ferry from West Looe to East Looe costing £1.00. The fuel alone must be three times that. I stopped in East Looe for a cup of tea and reflected on the family members I have been welcomed and associated with. My first meeting with Tappy, (Grandad) was greeted with “If you do love her, you do have her”, a very special and lovely man. Time to move on and the climb out of East Looe is never ending, and then you have to drop back down to sea level quickly at Millendreath. Once again a hugh climb back out and this is now three days of continual ups and downs, why didn’t the bloody Romans build this path. I manage to loose the path and end up in a Monkey Sanctury, for weeks I have been looking for Dolphins and I have found Monkeys. THe lovely staff advise that the path has been dirverted North due to big landslides so I have to head back up and along some country lanes for a mile. Out of nowhere Seaton appears , not sure what I make os this place but is appears popular, and there is a lot of development going on. Now the path gives you two options here, low tide along the sea wall high tide climb. So the tide is out and with glee I wander along the beach for what seems forever. I enquire of a local man if it is possible to go all the way to Portwrinkle on the beach, yes he replies but you have to do a bit of rock climbing. Ha, great for a Friday afternoon I offer and he heartedly agrees. Three bays in and I am beginning to have doubts, there still seems plenty of rocks ahead and the tide is coming in fast. I push on one more bay, and the reality is, I could well be featuring on Saving Lives at Sea. What a complete idiot I have been. One of my better atributes is that I am not a panicker, so i make the decision to turn back, stay calm and follow my footsteps which are now starting to be washed away. I wade around the last set of rocks and reach a long section of beach and from out of nowhere a man appears. He advises that there is a path up, but it is very steep and slippery. I nearly lose all self control and hug him, he seems oblivious to me predicament, and wishes me well. I tackle the climb, with a knee that is not happy about all the rock climbing and an ego that is shrunk beyond reason. I eventually arrive at Portwrinkle, to find the guest house is nearly two miles in land. Another 26 KL day on Strava 13 official miles, 397 miles on the clock to date. A call from Dale, one of my oldest friends who is joining me tonight, reveals a surprise as he has another of my oldest friends whop I went to primary school with, Lino. That has really picked me up.