South West Coast Path

I think we all got a good nights sleep in good digs, despite the efforts of the parrot and cockerel chorus. Refreshed but still weary we set off from Portloe together. I was still suffering with my feet and had to wear a boot on my left foot and a shoe on my right but I knew I could walk.

We kept to the coastal path for the first leg of the day round Nare Head, Gerrans Bay and Portscatho. Well, nearly all the way as we did cut through a hedge into a clover field where we were forced to scale barbed wire fences to get back on the path. "Keep to the blooming route, you two don't know where you're going" exclaimed Dave. From there we decided to cut inland to St Just in Roseland via roads and bridleways. We were all looking for ways to ease our way through today.

The road work was stiff but not as hard as rounding Zone Point would have been and via the road and grassy field paths we headed into St Mawes to get the Ferry to Falmouth. Dropping into St Mawes was very scenic as we watched yachting including a race in Falmouth Bay. We caught the Ferry to Falmouth but as we disembarked I had another crisis. Once again my feet were suffering and to cap it all my shoe fell apart, I had no choice, I must get some more boots here and now. The same thing had happened during the 1994 & 1999 Coast to Coast Walks. My stamina is fine but my feet, ankles and knees are susceptible to heavy continuous work with a load on my back. Despite all my walking at home and at weekends I cannot simulate these long hauls so I must be prepared to go through this every time I don the large rucksack. As we left the ferry on the Falmouth side I spotted a cafe and a Millets store opposite. After a pot of tea I went to Millets and bought a new pair of canvas Trailfinder boots. I have exactly the same type in the boot of my car! They were to be my saviour though.

After donning the boots we left Falmouth, or at least walked around it trying find a road to Mawnan Smith. Steve barged a shopper out of his way in the high street. Eventually, as the rain started we left Falmouth behind and for the next two hours walked the roads with Cornish signposts that mocked us to Mawnan. Mileposts did not change their reflection of distance despite us walking for some time between them, and the rain came down. At least I was stronger and walked with some purpose for the first time since the Looe leg. These boots were working. The boys stopped for a break and I marched on to Mawnan. A post said 1.5 miles so I put my head down for 2,000 paces. I trudged them out and looked up to view the village. No way, a corner, a straight, a corner, a corner, a straight, Cornish plonkers! And then just as I began to doubt the road I was on I spotted a sign, Mawnan bloody Smith, yippee. I walked to the local Spar shop, bought a Lucozade, watched the shop close (it was gone 5.30pm now) and then sat on a wet bench, I didn't care. I waited on the bench to see Steve and Dave, the bedraggled pair walk in.

Ferry crossing from St Mawes to Falmouth

Walking into Mawnan Smith