I have no idea how we managed to get as far as we did today given the sheer amount of faffing we did this morning, plus the fact I'm hobbling like an old lady. An even older lady than I currently am. Obviously we had to have breakfast at the B&B, it was included and [...]
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Days 47 & 48 – Rest Days, Newquay
We really have done very, very little here in Newquay which was pretty much the point. There are a metric fuck tonne of things to do here from diving to surfing to coasteering but none of this is conducive to combating this fatigue we're both feeling, and last time we went coasteering I cracked my [...]
Day 46 – St Agnes to Newquay
We woke up this morning and evaluated how we felt. My stomach felt better, I even actually wanted breakfast rather than forcing various packaged products down my throat because if I didn't I wouldn't function. Tarrant's ankles were their usual shitty selves but she's way more hardcore than me and will walk through serious pain. [...]
Day 45 – Gwithian to St Agnes
I still felt like shit this morning but the gut explosion I was expecting wasn't forthcoming. I forced myself to eat a packet of Fridge Raiders but damn it, I didn't enjoy it. I had absolutely no appetite at all which doesn't bode well when you're walking a stupid quantity of miles. It became apparent [...]
Day 44 – Zennor to Gwithian
I slept so well last night! Honestly, best night's sleep in ages. The cat didn't use the tent as a climbing frame either but it did kill and decapitate a young rabbit for us and deposited about a metre from the tent. Thanks, kitty. Obviously thinks we're shit cats and need feeding. We enjoyed a [...]
Day 43 – Botallack to Zennor
I thought I slept last night but judging how utterly shattered I was all day it's more likely that I woke up more times than I thought I did worrying that the wind would sweep us away to a magical land. I don't think our tent would kill the wicked witch either. She'd probably feed [...]
Day 42 – Penberth to Botallack
What is it about Land's End that makes it such a thing? It's not halfway through the South West Coast Path. It's gorgeous but not any more gorgeous than any other given stretch of coastline around here. Yeah okay, so it's the most south-westerly point of mainland Britain but you wouldn't know that if someone [...]
Day 41 – Prussia Cove to Penberth
You know those days that are so fucking long that when you cast your dazed and weary mind back to the morning it might as well have been last fucking week? That essentially sums up today so settle in for a long one. Or don't. I'm posting on the Interwebs regardless. It didn't help that [...]
Day 40 – The Lizard to Prussia Cove
God it was hard fucking work dragging ourselves out of bed at 5am after two days off but we wanted to smash some miles out today. It didn't help that our pitch was separated from the communal fire pit by a wall and a group decided they wanted a drunken fire at 9pm, just when [...]
Days 38 & 39 – Rest Days, The Lizard
We woke up to rain pattering down onto the tent on Friday morning and it's almost pleasant, lying under canvas (or sil-nylon, but that doesn't sound as romantic) listening to the rain when you don't have to pack up in it then proceed to walk for several miles wrapped in a crisp packet. It even [...]