Two days ago, you may remember, I was dicing with death on the M6. Today was much better, as I found myself on the South West Coastal Path from Mevagissey to (almost) Pentewan. No, don’t ask me to pronounce Pentewan. You can pronounce it however you like, nobody will know.
The path was steep in places and I began to believe that once I got back to the cottage I could eat whatever I want because I would’ve lost so much weight on this walk. So I did. But more of that later…
There were quite a lot of people with the same idea as us and consequently we were often stepping aside to let the crowds through. As it was a narrow path, this happened a lot. There wasn’t much wildlife about, as we were making too much noise, but we did see a group of Aston Villa supporters who had obviously been released into the wild now the football season was over.
Back in Mevagissey, refreshed and reinvigorated from our exertions, we decided to support local businesses by having an ice cream. Benches around the harbour here have been fought over by tourists throughout the years as the ratio is approximately one place for every 260 visiting arses, but miraculously a seat appeared just as we were looking for it and we all sat and watched the boats while we enjoying our week-earned treat.
I’m all about being healthy but when 4pm came along I had to abide by the booking that we had made at the Laura Ashley tea room, and of course had to have a cream tea, so as not to disappoint them. Probably the last one of the holiday. Probably.
After a trip to Asda, where we got kicked out for being there at closing time, we went for a quick pint in the Ship Inn at Pentewan. Where we didn’t get kicked out, but went home after an hour to a steak that had been cooked to perfection by an expert. Not me, of course.
Tomorrow, it’s a trip to across the sea. Me hearties.
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