We fully intended to bag a trig about a mile and a half up a fuck off big hill today but my poor feet were still battered. They were all puffy and sore, no way was I moving off this sofa until I absolutely had to on account of imminent starvation, or because I was about to piss myself.
Tarrant headed into Barnstaple to stock up on gas for our stoves, and a better cookset so we could experiment with proper food on the trail. One of the dogs belonging to the campsite owners kept me company whilst I tried to make a dent in this blog. It’s not easy keeping up with it, especially when you have a late finish and all you want to do is bury yourself in your sleeping bag and drool into your inflatable pillow, or if you don’t have any signal where you’re pitched for the night.
By the time Tarrant returned from her mission I’d gotten up to day 18. It’s day 60 today. Okay so it’s only a small dent, but a dent was made. Pint was earned. We went to the pub. I still can’t get over how cheap pints are here either, you’re looking at the best part of £6 for a decent pint in Brighton. It was £4.40 for a pint of San Miguel in the George Inn, the first pub we stumbled into. Bargain.
They weren’t doing food for another hour though and if I drank another beer before eating my brain would seep out through my ear so we went to The London Inn and ordered a tower burger each. Fuck me, it was an absolute assault on the digestive system! I couldn’t fit it into my facehole, I had to put it down and chop it into pieces. It was absolutely wonderful and only £11. Brighton people, try not to cry into your £18 salad.
That was me finished off for the day. We waddled back to the campsite for more sofa related sprawling. I hoped my feet would be better for the next day, we were back on the trail and hopefully back to 15 mile days, not that we’d done one of those for a good while. We’re nearly done with the South West Coast Path now, I’m not quite sure how to feel about that. On one hand I’m ready for a new trail, on the other hand I’m so used to this one. I think I’ll miss it.
Braunton, Devon, England
Stayed at: Secret Spot Camping, Braunton