Trebarwith Strand to Port Gaverne.

The Met promised good weather but that was not apparent at Trebarwith Strand. It was wild.

As there were four of us The Stopporton's dropped their vehicle at Port Gaverne then travelled with Mel and Les to the start point at Trebarwith Strand. It was wet wild and woolly here. The tiny rocky cove was awash with huge breakers blowing ashore. The high tide added to the malevolence of the scene.

Trebarwith Strand. Literally the end of the road.

1. The start was up, isn't it always? 204 steps, Jackie counted each one. The tab was only a short six miles today as we were due at Padstow's Metropole Hotel for a Champagne High Tea for 1500hrs. A good reason to get a wiggle on. Slightly disconcerting was this 'eye' set into the wall. An omen for good or.....?

Eye eye.

The rock pinnacle due N of us is Gull Rock,

opposite Trebarwith Strand, our start.

Les and Sam looking like stunt doubles from 'Hondo'.

We had started walking at 0815hrs and it was now 0935 hrs. Les called a halt for a quick coffee from the Thermos. There was a keen wind blowing along the cliff path but the view out to sea was as clear as a bell. Indeed, far out to sea, we spotted HMS Queen Elizabeth RO8. Easily spotted by virtue of her twin 'islands'. At this juncture we were seemingly walking faster than she was sailing. She is still undergoing trials and will not be commissioned till late 2017.

Coffee  break over we continued the roller coaster path that invariably is the SWC path, especially on this coastline. Before we knew it lunch was upon us. I say lunch but I do not really believe we needed any scran at that stage. I had eaten a couple of Weetabix and a slice of toast about 0700hrs before we set off. Jackie munched on a few home made buns and a banana, Les set about a baguette that was the size of a telegraph pole. I did think that we could always hollow it out and make a canoe but by the time these thoughts occurred to me most, if not all the baguette had disappeared.

Fixing our position on the map it seemed we only had another 2 K to walk. This, given the ease of the cliff path now was soon completed. Whilst the girls dropped downhill into Port Gaverne and the pub for a coffee, Les and I walked on up to where we had left our vehicle. We drove to Trebarwith Strand to collect his car and whilst he returned to PG to collect the girls I drove back to Mullets and a shower before we all RV'd and after a quick shower and a change of clothes we managed to catch the 1400hrs ferry for Padstow and a Fat Boy cream Tea.