So it was back to me on my own today, having worn out my two companions from yesterday, they were on their blistered toes back to leafy Surrey first thing. The path takes you on a walk around Plymouth, much of it dockland, but also with some fantastic historical significance. The Navy still has a big influence on the city, but no ships are based here anymore, they just come in and out for maintenance and refit, so I am advised by my landlord a very passionate ex Matlow. From the Barbican you have to take a ferry across part of Plymouth Sound (A very small part) to Mount Batten. The path then takes you around Mount Batten Point, and gives a view back to the Sound, and across to Cornwall. But the landscape has changed, the earth is red, the coastline somehow softer, the waves calmer, and the people different, it is fascinating. The early morning sees lots of runners, who all look like they are in the forces on the path, which is fairly gentle. It’s sad to see signs saying “Due to continual vandalism, this military training area is now not accessable”, what is wrong with these idiots. Bovisand fort looks very sad and abandoned, but Bovisand Bay brings relief with families and dogs all having fun on the beach, despite the threatening skies. A low cliff edge walk now brings in Wembury Marine Conservation area, and lots of twitchers. Then into Wembury Bay, all the time with Great Mew Stone dominating the sea view. I continue past my resting place to make enquiries of the ferryman, 1.5 miles further on. There are three estuaries to cross in the next couple of days the first the Yealm. This brings into view the villages of Newton Ferres and Noss Mayo, a magical setting. The ferry runs from 10 to midday and then from 2 pm to 4 pm, the old sea dog ferryman advises, not good for my early bird timing. What he neglected to tell me is that a young gun, is now running an electric boat from 8 to 10 and midday to 2 pm. So tomorrow was to be a rest day but I am going to get across the first estuary and head to Mothecombe, where the River Erme has to be waded across, two hours either side of low tide, saving lives at sea is now back on my mind. My Daughter, Son in Law and three of my grandchildren also arrive tomorrow for five days and the wife on Tuesday, so no guest houses next week just the most expensive hotel on the south coast in Salcombe. A mixed day today another 15 miles chalked up, the remote coastline is my happy place, but so looking forward to seeing my tribe.