The day greeted us with lovely June sunshine, as I made my way to the start point from the guest house with, John and Diane who are walking the whole path and who I keep bumping into. Seasoned walkers they had worked out that a bus would be past the hostel at 09.11 and there it was bang on time, and the usual £2 to go anywhere, all public transport should be run like that. After saying our fairwell “see you on the path” I set off to the start of the shingle Ridge known as the Slapton line that protects the freshwater nature reserve from the sea, and Slapton Sands. In the storms of 2018, the road was washed away, and the coastal path was realigned to be on the landward side of the road. At the start of this line is a memorial to the brave American service personal, 749 of them, who lost their lives in Operation Tiger on the 28th April 1944: A terrible mix of poor communications and covert enermy action saw this preperation for the D Day landings turn into a complete disaster. Leaving the memorial the path runs for nearly 5 kilometres adjacent to the nature reserve, road and sea, although you have no sight of the sea, for some reason I am missing the ups and downs of the path I know. The path then turns inland to go through the village of Strete, there is a climb to get to this pretty village and a small descent back to the sea at Matthews Point and Jenny Coles Cove to open up the lovely beach know as Blackpool Sands. There are lots of happy people playing and lying on the beach and all the usual activity in the sea, what a glorious day it is. The path plays cross over with the main A379, but everybody seems in a courteous mood, even to the cyclists. The path then turns inland for what seems a long section through the village of Stoke Fleming, along lovely country lanes past manor houses and farms, and then turns south to rejoin the coastline at Warren Point. From here I hug the the coast around Combe point, past Meg Rocks and then Blackstone Point where the busy activity on the water opens up the estuary to the River Dart, and Dartmouth. A pleasant walk from here past Dartmouth Castle, Warfleet, and halftide rock into the bustling Town of Dartmouth. I have received notification that my dinner partner Waity is in town and has very kindly moved my bag forward to our resting place for the evening. Also confirming his presence is Heady, my walking partner for the next two days. So messrs Wait and Head greet me with the usual banter, mainly rudeness about my John Wayne walk, among other things, and we retire to meet for dinner this evening, what could possibly go wrong. So a day started on a bus, the very moving tribute to the US Servicemen, a long flat section, then inland for a long section, all a bit different, but a very rewarding day in a very nice part of England. 10 miles clocked off 476 now in total.