LEJOG day 3: Helston(ish) to Truro(ish)
There's quite a few "ish"es floating around, because I am staying in places so small that Googlemaps is unaware of their existence.
Today was a day of enforced detours, but first: I had my first sneaky rest day! I spent a very pleasant morning tucked into my bed with my kindle, had a hairy experience trying to walk along a B-road before calling a cab, and then wandered around Helston chatting to my brother (who has fallen in love with a river in Siberia he's seen once from 35,000 feet up- and he's been married less than a year- the scandal) and reading Daphne du Maurier while sitting on a bench, in a tea-shop and then on another bench. I have finished Rebecca and am halfway through My Cousin Rachel and have also read a trashy "re-imagining" of Sleeping Beauty in between because there's only so much Literature I can handle in a day, especially as du Maurier isn't exactly uplifting reading. Helston is pretty, it has a church and shops and water running each side of the main street in "kennels" with cobbles on the bottom so it chatters like a stream. I enjoyed it very much. I also had dinner in a "genuine Italian" restaurant and I wish I'd photographed the sign in the window warning of the risk of shouting, swearing and throwing things in the kitchen while "genuine Italian cooking" was going on.
Today started off well - full English and a full pot of tea and sunshine- but then the footpaths and bridleways I'd plotted my way along sort of did a disappearing act and I wound up on quite a long detour on some quite bendy B-roads. It picked up around lunchtime, when I found a pub and had a burger and a half-pint of Coke and recharged my phone using their electricity, and from then on the only detours were by choice- around Stithians Lake, which was nicer than more road-walking. I find that whenever I get off road onto a path, I'm relieved, and whenever I get off path onto a road I'm also quite pleased- I don't quite know what to make of myself.
I arrived at my B&B for the night where my hostess has won my heart by telling me I look "fresh as a daisy" and then rapidly providing a full pot of tea (again) and an entire loaf cake, telling me to eat as much as I like. All is well with the world!
Distance: 17.67 miles
Time: 5h54
Percentage completed: 3.8%
Boot cost per mile: £0.58
Lunch: burger and chips and half a pint of Coke. I had a well-travelled smoothie at around 3pm, too
Last (two) nights' B&B: Little Pengwedna Farmhouse- welcoming and clearly have been running for a good while, but surprise cat made for a snuffly couple of days
What a great name!
This is a kennel
I don't know where this calf had come from or how it got up there but it looked very surprised by itself
The original cattle grids
Today was a day of enforced detours, but first: I had my first sneaky rest day! I spent a very pleasant morning tucked into my bed with my kindle, had a hairy experience trying to walk along a B-road before calling a cab, and then wandered around Helston chatting to my brother (who has fallen in love with a river in Siberia he's seen once from 35,000 feet up- and he's been married less than a year- the scandal) and reading Daphne du Maurier while sitting on a bench, in a tea-shop and then on another bench. I have finished Rebecca and am halfway through My Cousin Rachel and have also read a trashy "re-imagining" of Sleeping Beauty in between because there's only so much Literature I can handle in a day, especially as du Maurier isn't exactly uplifting reading. Helston is pretty, it has a church and shops and water running each side of the main street in "kennels" with cobbles on the bottom so it chatters like a stream. I enjoyed it very much. I also had dinner in a "genuine Italian" restaurant and I wish I'd photographed the sign in the window warning of the risk of shouting, swearing and throwing things in the kitchen while "genuine Italian cooking" was going on.
Today started off well - full English and a full pot of tea and sunshine- but then the footpaths and bridleways I'd plotted my way along sort of did a disappearing act and I wound up on quite a long detour on some quite bendy B-roads. It picked up around lunchtime, when I found a pub and had a burger and a half-pint of Coke and recharged my phone using their electricity, and from then on the only detours were by choice- around Stithians Lake, which was nicer than more road-walking. I find that whenever I get off road onto a path, I'm relieved, and whenever I get off path onto a road I'm also quite pleased- I don't quite know what to make of myself.
I arrived at my B&B for the night where my hostess has won my heart by telling me I look "fresh as a daisy" and then rapidly providing a full pot of tea (again) and an entire loaf cake, telling me to eat as much as I like. All is well with the world!
Distance: 17.67 miles
Time: 5h54
Percentage completed: 3.8%
Boot cost per mile: £0.58
Lunch: burger and chips and half a pint of Coke. I had a well-travelled smoothie at around 3pm, too
Last (two) nights' B&B: Little Pengwedna Farmhouse- welcoming and clearly have been running for a good while, but surprise cat made for a snuffly couple of days
Well that sounds like a good place to be... as much tea and cake as anyone could wish for!
ReplyDeleteYou are so fast Louise... I feel old compared with you
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