So my two companions for the day were surprisingly bright and breezy and in the breakfast room early for a good start. A visit to the local shop was not in the itinerary , but we were soon walking up the path from the hotel. A very interesting section of the path today, with varied landscapes and backdrops. We cross to the edge of the Tregantle ranges, no firing at weekends so it gives you a very close and personal view of the firing area and the magnificant fort. The path drops gently, and it looks like today is going to be nice and accommodating for us. A short climb back to the road, somewhat dissapointing at first, but then so interesting as we view a number of very random holiday chalets, we think more than a hundred scattered along the cliffs below us. A small conurbation called Freathy, worth a visit. The sea below is now hosting, Kayaks, numerous sailing craft, a beautiful Yacht, and then a rib, disturbing the seals we have just spotted. We drop and rise gentle and now have Rame Head in full sight, the sun is now shinning and all is well. A long section of good costal path brings us to Penlee point and the turn back inland towards Cawsand Bay. The path now enters an enchanted woodland, and we drop into the very pretty Kingsand and Cawsand, which has lovely memories for my family. We stop for tea and cake, and take in the mix of locals all having fun, especially the four middle aged men lining up their bottles of Rattler, at least 16 on the table. This area is known as the “Forgotten corner of Cornwall”, it really has a special aura. A short stretch along the water side of the sea wall has thoughts of yesterday, so we head up into the edge of the Mount Edgecombe Park. Once again, a beautiful part of the path in a lovely wooded setting and all (well nearly all) at a gentle gradiant. Just beyond Wilderness point, humanity greets us in large numbers, a wedding being prepared, “the green man festival” morris dancers, bouncy castles, not sure my walking mates are up for any major activities at this point so we head for the ferry. The ferry is packed to the gunnals and we land in Devon, Plymouth the home of the fleet, a mixed bag so far. So another great day spent with two of my oldest friends, who are now nursing their sore muscles. 13 miles covered, 410 in total now, two counties to conqure. My love affair with Cornwall is stronger now than ever before, a beautiful experience I will treasure forever.