LEJOG day 4: Truro(ish) to Fraddon (not quite Indian Queens)

Today was a day full of road walking. This was ok because the roads were almost universally quiet and pretty, but I'm learning the downside of tarmac is that if you walk on it all day for two days, your feet get quite sore. It is possible that if you walk on anything for two days your feet probably get sore.

Along the way I stopped for a rest in a church- and I think someone called the vicar on me thinking I was homeless (I kind of am) and was going to sleep there and/or vandalise something (not guilty)- and then, a few miles further on, met my first fellow LEJOGger! I, too, am pleased to find there are other mad people out there. Catherine is American, is taking advantage of her children both having left home for university to do this, and is walking the route in stages, heading home to London after a few days' walking each time. We walked along together for a while, met a lovely border terrier puppy- whose owner immediately asked us if we were walking to John O'Groats because apparently no one walls along her road for any other reason- and then parted ways when Catherine went into Mitchell to get a refill on her water, but we're staying in the same Premier Inn tonight so we've made plans to have dinner together.

In the meantime, I've arrived, had a cup of tea and after washing myself - in a bath, joy of joys! - I am going to take advantage of the anonymity of a large hotel chain to do some sneaky sink-laundry. I'm disappointed, there are no biscuits for me to snaffle for later... but there will be pancakes in the morning!

I've been asked by a few people if I'm being sponsored. I'm not: if I wanted to raise money for charity the most effective way would be to work out how much this is going to cost, and then donate that amount to charity myself. I'm doing this because I want to.

That being said, if you felt moved to offload some spare cash, in no particular order, here are some places to do so:

The Stillbirth and Neonatal Death Charity (SANDS)

Bliss

The Natural History Museum

Any of these cost-effective, underfunded charities improving health in less fortunate parts of the world

Distance: 15.36
Time: 5h16
Percentage completed: 5.1%
Boot cost per mile: £0.55
Lunch: I had so much breakfast I barely needed it, but a sausage, a banana and an apple; I had a croissant just now with my tea
Last night's B&B: The Laurels, Penwethers - 6/5 stars, A+++, would stay again in a heartbeat. Seriously, if you've any intention of staying anywhere near Truro, GO HERE

 A bridge! My Dad likes bridges
 This house had a slogan above the porch: "Hold idle words and thoughts of ill: the Lord is listening; peace, be still" which must have been fun to grow up under
 A lamb!
 I happen to really like ferns
A photo of a view

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