Up bright and breezy, and a nice poached egg awaiting at 07.30 thanks to Phil, who was a Matlow but is now a cushion plumper (His words). The Navy, and I imagine all of the services get in your blood, Phil went to the Falklands and served for 44 years, his passion for it still abounds. Out on the path and Jimmi the electric boat ferryman is waiting to get me across the Yealm. There are 17 river estuaries to cross on the path so tide planning is critical. Jimmi is no more than 20 but is taking on the old school who operate between 10 and midday, and then 2 to 4. A smashing young man who deserves to make a go of it, mind you at £3 a time it will take some doing. He lands me on the West Bank (Yealm) and I head South East on a beutiful path. I have sensory overload as the sun shines through the trees, the birds are all in good voice, the wild Garlic is pungent, and the sound of small outboard taking a lovely yatch out to play for the day, and the amazing colours of the abundant azaleas fills my head. For some reason I think of the M25 and the masses racing around it on a bank holiday Monday, I think I am in the right place. The path heads south and joins a carriage drive still in the wooded area, and I wonder what it must have been like to drive a carriage through here. This drive continues for 7 kilometres and is a wonderful walk for all, passing Mouthstone point, Greylake cove, Swaney cove, Quarry cove, Eden’s cove, Long cove, and Searnash cove, a lot of coves. 12 more coves including Bloody cove, Little bloody cove and Rugger Cove, you arrive at the pretty Stoke beach. Things now start to change up we go, on and on, to reach Beacon Hill, and as ever, when you go up, you know you will soon be going down. The path has changed and there are no longer people on it, always a sign that things are tougher, a very steep incline to Ivy cove and back up again straightaway. Another big drop into Bugle Hole and a turn inland to Mothercombe beach and the Erme Mouth. The path is steep, very overgrown with gorse, nettles, and various spiky pIants, I advise a Mum with her six year old both wearing flip flops that continuning would not be adviasable. She huffed but I saw her appear back on the beach very soon after. I also regret wearing shorts today. That was a lovely walk, the sun shone again. I am swept up by Richard my son in Law, with William my grandson fast asleep in the van. Back to the lovely Salcombe Beach and I am greeted by my Daughter Lauren and two grandaughters Betty and Nina. A very special and slightly emotional day indeed, I need to go to Specsavers about these watery eyes. 10 miles today and 436 now completed the target now starts with a one, 194 to go.