Another estuary to get around and no-one can give me a definitive answer on whether the ferry is running this late in the season. Add to that if it is running, crossing needs coordinating with tides. On that basis I jump on a local bus from Port Isaac to Wadebridge. A deviation from the coastal path I walk the Camel Trail from Wadebridge instead, to rejoin the coastal path back in Padstow.

Padstow is heaving. I don’t know if it was always like this or if it is Rick Stein’s fault for opening a restaurant. At any rate, too many people all hanging around, barely place to sit, all stuffing pasties down. I join the throng, stuff a pasty down too (rude not to) and continue on my way.

The coastal path has started to ease off a bit. Scenery had changed from remote steep cliffs, to long cliff top fields and many more accessible beaches. Each one filled up with kids, families, surfers.

I can cover much more distance, but my legs are tired and I decide a rest day is in order.

The YHA at Treyarnon fits the bill. My own room, four walls, a roof. Dry. Warm. My feet are very happy. My legs sigh with relief that the head they are carrying has finally seen some sense.

The view from my window.