Saturday, 2 May 2015

And Wear Something Red

Day Sixteen - Newquay to St Agnes 22.1km (13.7 miles).
Time on route 5:45hrs, walking time 5:20hrs.

Saturday 02 May 2015
Day 16 map
I really needed a walk today.   A very dear long standing colleague and friend died suddenly last Friday and I wanted some time on the path to reflect.  The weather was a bit shabby but I figured that wind and rain would suit my mood.

I parked up in Newquay and picked up the path by Fistral Beach.  It was a wet and windy morning and the dog walkers were lone figures out on the sand.
15 05 02 Day 16 (1) Newquay
Crossing the Gannel requires planning as the tidal state affects one's route.  Fortunately the tide was low and I was able to use the official route across the tidal bridge.
15 05 02 Day 16 (3) Crossing the Gannel
15 05 02 Day 16 (4) Crossing the Gannel
Yup - low tide.
15 05 02 Day 16 (5) Crossing the Gannel
You cross the Gannel and head up Penpol Creek for another bridge.

Walking the coast path in the Spring is a botanists delight.  There are simply carpets of primula, bluebells and other flowers whose names I really should learn (should have paid more attention to my Mum when I was younger).
15 05 02 Day 16 (10) the Gannel Estuary
The daisies weren't particularly keen to come out in the drizzle. I know how they feel.
15 05 02 Day 16 (8) the Gannel Estuary
I was most impressed by the garden opposite - that's some mighty terracing.
15 05 02 Day 16 (9) the Gannel Estuary
Unlike my last walk when I had the sun loving creatures as accompany, today I had the rain fan club out in force.  This means I basically saw lots of slugs and snails.
15 05 02 Day 16 (23) Perran Bay
15 05 02 Day 16 (11) the Gannel Estuary
After a couple hours of being blasted by the wind and drizzled on by the rain, I stopped at St Pirans Inn, Holywell.  I sat on their lovely sofa with a warming coffee and decided to take a selfie.
15 05 02 Day 16 (12) St Pirans Inn Holywell
It was only after checking the photo that I realised I was sitting in front of one of my heros - Shackleton.  This is a shot of Adams, Wild and Shackleton 178km from the South Pole.  And there I was complaining about feeling a bit nippy...

When you climb out of Holywell you pass a MOD firing range.  These antenna were arranged in a cross: quite beautiful actually.  Perhaps they could enter for the Turner prize?
15 05 02 Day 16 (18) Penhale Pt
There are plenty of warnings about unexploded ammunition, dangerous cliff edges and mine shafts.
15 05 02 Day 16 (19) Penhale Pt
And not to mention an old friend of mine.  So it really was an adder I saw last time.
15 05 02 Day 16 (16) Penhale Pt
More amazing geology.
15 05 02 Day 16 (20) Penhale Pt
I walked behind the dunes down Penhale Sands.  I know you can walk on the beach but the official route is up on the cliff and I am a bit of a stickler for following my rules.
15 05 02 Day 16 (24) Perran Bay
What a mess some people leave behind: who on earth do they think is going to tidy their rubbish up?
15 05 02 Day 16 (22) Perran Bay
I stopped for a late lunch at Perranporth eating my sandwiches on a bench overlooking the sea (the best way to dine) then climbed back out of the village passing a lovely sundial. Now where did I put that sun?
15 05 02 Day 16 (27) Perranporth
Passing the Youth Hotel I saw a familiar sight for a Cornish washing line.
15 05 02 Day 16 (28) Perranporth
The stretch between Perranporth and St Agnes has much evidence of mining activity.  The old shafts have mesh covers to allow the bats who now inhabit them access (whilst keeping others from falling in them).
15 05 02 Day 16 (29) Cligga Head
At times it was pretty barren. I loved the colour of the stone here.
15 05 02 Day 16 (30) Cligga Head
You can see the chimneys of the mines up the valley in Cross Combe.  The arty monochrome is totally unintentional and is a consequence of me knocking the dial as I extracted the camera from my pocket.
15 05 02 Day 16 (35) Trevellas Porth
Cross Combe is the home of the Motorcycle Club.
15 05 02 Day 16 (36) Trevellas Porth
The rain, which had eased for a few hours, came back and the southerly wind was a bit of a bore as I pushed on to Trevanance Cove.  But at least I turned my world back to colour.
St Agnes (1)
I left the path here and headed to St Agnes for the bus home.  A beautiful blue bell wood accompanied me on my haul up to the bus stop.
St Agnes (2)
And why the blog title?  I thought about my friend Ken a lot today, as I knew I would.  I met his wife earlier this week and we were reminiscing, swapping wonderful memories.  I asked about the funeral and the dress code.  "Oh, smart," she said "but wear something red.  Ken loved red."  And as I dressed this morning in my usual walking gear I noticed that my base layer, mid layer and waterproof were all in Ken's favourite colour.  What a special thought for the day.

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