After a lovely evening in Sidmouth including a very moving commemoration of D Day on the sea front, a brass band nice hymns and a poppy collection that was taken to sea by the RNLI and set on the falling tide whilst the last post played, we left the lovely town of Sidmouth towards what looked like the mountain to the East, and it was. Salcombe Hill Cliff, takes you up and up, and then Salcombe Mouth drops you immediately back down, around little Weston, which was hardly little, and up and down again at Weston Mouth, along the top of Weston Cliff, and the pretty town of Branscombe is seen inland, but we have to negotiate Branscombe down to come down to sea level at Branscombe beach at another mouth, Branscombe Mouth. A lovely seaside cove with a nice cafe area and beach, and preperations taking place for a wedding tomorrow. Another climb but this time with a twist, halfway up a big hill you turn to take an undercliff path which twists and turns, rises and falls, and then pushs you up again for Beer Head, oh I wish I was looking at a beer with a head at this point. The cliffs are now white, the red of Devon now being replaced by the chalk of the South Coast through Dorset, and on. A tough walk that Dennis and I have pushed on through and still have a spring in our step, just. The practice must be paying off !! As we drop down towards Beer the village is in sight and looks a very well kept place. No time for beer in Beer we head over King’s hole and are greeted by Tim and his springer spanial Maisy who have dropped in to walk the final couple of miles with us. I stayed with Tim and his wife Sally for four days in Praa Sands, how lovely that someone would take the time to join me well out of his way, on the way from Cornwall to Bristol. We then bump into a real charachter, Paul Harris, known as the Warrior Walker (he has 17,000 followers he tells me). Paul has walked the complete coastline of Britain, and when he got to where he started decided to do it again in the opposite direction, what a challenge, and he looked like he was up for it. He claims he will be the first person to ever do it. So my big milestone of now looking at double digits to the finish line, 93 miles to go now feels feeble compared to Pauls walk. But the fact is, there are 93 miles to go, 537 have been completed, and today sums up a lot of the experience to date. A tough walk, in some of the most beautiful area in the land. Wonderful charachters, lovely friendly people, and a big smile on my face