Day 43 had been a rest day with three of my grandchildren, Daughter, son in law and wife all in tow, so hardly restful, but a lovely day in Salcombe, ending with Pizzas on the beach as the sun went down, some lovely cuddles and a long goodbye,perfect. Day 44 up nice and early first into breakfast in the Salcombe South Sands Harbour Beach Hotel, so well worth a visit, lovely people. A quick goodbye to Madders and boots on for what I thought would be a nice stroll to the ferry, 45 minutes later with ups and downs, twists and turns I get to the ferry just as he is discharging a couple of people. Back in twenty minutes the ferryman shouts, have to do the paper delivery. Well there are worse places to sit and watch the world go by. True to his word back he comes and we all jump on board, including John and Diane who are also walking the whole route and we keep crossing paths, lovely couple from Beaconsfield. Behind the beautiful beaches of Small’s cove, Mill Bay and Sunny cove, all loking out on to the estuary at Salcombe and bathed in sunshine. I then rise up to Rickmans common where there are 26 cows all waiting to greet me on the path. I had mentioned to Richard the evning before that I could see the farmer across the bay letting the cows onto the path, so I was anticipating fresh stuff beneath my feet, but not a welcome party. They formed a line and escorted me for about 500 yards, unsurprisingly adjacent to a rock called The Bull. I have always found if you ignore them they tend to leave you alone, more later. Around Abriams Hole and I am below Gara Rock, with it’s wonderful hotel, a fantastic venue used for James (Bob to his mates) and Rosy’s wedding, where Ben Marshall was a celebrant for the day, you could not make that up. Past Gammon Head and a bit of rock climbing around Prawl Point, again below the famous Pigs Nose Pub, where many a famous musician has been know to just rock up and perform. Around Langerhouse Point and the signs inland are all for East Prawl, which brings back fond memories of the madwomen campers, and in particular the wonderful Debbie Nicholls, who loved this area. A little more rock climbing and you come across Start Point with its stunning lighthouse . The path now drops and runs along a lowland shelf behind Start Bay, where the “Lost Village” lies under the sea. Eventually after passing through Hallsands, you reach Beesands, both fishing villages in the past but now mainly holiday lets. It’s been a long day and six hours in I enquire if I can cut up to Stokenham via the footpath to the left. A positive response from the dog walker, with the added, it’s about two miles and all up hill, great. I am staying in an Inn so I can already taste that first pint. Through about 200 sheep, up a wooded path, along a long farm track and onto a field that has obvious signs of a lot of cows. I head out into the open and there they are, all looking a bit hungry, I can see the kissing gate about 100 yards ahead and keep my regular pace when “Ermentrude” decides that she is going to charge across the field at me followed by a few of her pals. I stop and wait until she gets within 10 feet and just nicely say (Well not that nicely) “Why don’t you just pi** off” and to my astonishment, they just all go off about their business. So a bit caked in cow do dos, still slightly shaking I arrive to be greeted with, “you look like a man who needs a drink” now that is a proper host. A lovely walk, with some fantastic view points and points of interest, the sun has shone all day, the book says 13 miles, my Strava is telling me 26 KL, but that is resting place to resting place.