So High Cliff wasn't as hideous as we thought it'd be on account of the fact they've seen fit to carve a lovely zig-zag path up it which obviously makes it longer but less steep. There's still the straight up path if you prefer it, you fucking sociopath, but I'll take the zig-zag all day [...]
Tag: South West Coast Path 2022
Day 53 – Tintagel to Rusey Cliffs
We lay in our tent this morning listening to the rain belt down onto the sil-nylon. I'd been dying for a piss for hours but I really, really didn't want to go out in it. I know it's never as bad as it sounds when you're in the tent, it always sounds like the fucking [...]
Day 52 – Trebarwith Strand to Tintagel
We are literally the worst thru-hikers known to man. We'd never be able to do one of those time sensitive American trails where you have to complete it within a certain time window or you'll freeze to death in a ditch. Beca walked with us to Tintagel (I hobbled, my knee still wasn't happy and [...]
Day 51 – Rumps Point to Trebarwith Strand
Well today was a shock to the system after the relatively flat days we'd been having. Okay yeah, so we'd been bouldering and picked our way across ankle breaking terrain and climbed some ridiculous hills but it had mostly been quite forgiving with large stretches of flat trail unfitting of the South West Coast Path, [...]
Day 50 – Trevose Head to Rumps Point
We promised ourselves another chill one today. No point in pushing ourselves like we've done in the past, when all is said and done we're inherently lazy. We're not trying to set records or impress anyone. Also everything fucking hurts so even if we wanted to challenge ourselves various joints making up our lower limbs [...]
Day 49 – Newquay to Trevose Head
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 [...]
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 [...]