WEEK 46 Coverack to Polperro

83 miles walked

(total 2,700 miles walked)

The Walking seemed hard again this week, although not like the North coast. Lots of beautiful scenery.  

Gerrans Bay, looking at Portscatho
I have been getting the impression that Cornwall is a land on a slant, tilted South. The cliffs in the North coast (from Hartland Point) are very high and so the rivers are small and dig deep gullies to reach the sea. The South coast feels lower and more rolling hills with huge great estuaries. I can’t quite believe how diverse the scenery is on the SW Coast Path. 

look at the colour of the sea! Nare Head and Gull Rock
I saw lots of ponies this week; lots of different types (Dartmoor, Shetland and others) are employed  to graze the cliffs. On the whole they do a good job, but the Highways Agent still need to get their strimmer on those paths!

Dartmoor Ponies on the path
Strange weather again this week. I have even heard Cornishmen exclaiming that they can’t read the weather at the moment. 

Unfortunately my heart wasn’t in the walking at the end of this week. I temporarily fell out of love with this country and felt my values diverged from this Nation’s. Considering my aim has always been to see more of the country I love this presented a problem. I’m working through it. 

the Red Rocket in Fowey

Day 326 A Cliff Walk to Polperro

Sunday 26 June 2016

Polruan to Polperro

9 miles

Camping at Jonny and Jane’s farm, near Talland Bay

Sunshine and warmth woke me up, but that soon disappeared once I had packed away. 

looking along to Pencarrow Head and beyond
It was a nice walk along the cliffs, albeit everyone I met warned me the route to Polperro was very up and down. Lantic Beach was particularly stunning. In fact there were several places where it might be nice to go for a swim either off a beach or some rocks. 
Lantic Bay

Lantic Bay and Pencarrow Head

The cliffs were thick with ferns and greenery, and the path did indeed go up and down. I was surprised to see a small house tucked in the bushes about two thirds of the way down the cliff overlooking Lantivet Bay. I couldn’t resist descending a steep path to investigate. It must be somebody’s holiday cottage; the only way to it was via steep paths, either walking the cliffs or up from a boat. 

a cottage hiding in the ferns on the cliff
I met a Cornish fisherman on the rocks. He was fishing for Bass but apparently the water was too “gin clear” and calm for Bass fishing today. 

“gin clear” water and space to land a boat to reach that cottage
I also met an old man who must have been in his eighties. He had done a short circular cliff walk and finished off with a swim from one of the small coves. What a great start to his day. 

a small cove at West Coombe
There wasn’t much wind so it was another sweaty walk, compensated by great views. 

beautiful cliffs and rocks with streaks of white
I reached Polperro around lunchtime and it was very busy. It was the last day of their festival week and a band was tuning up on the small stage. This typical fishing village had buildings crammed in everywhere so it was amazing they found a space big enough for a stage. 

approaching Polperro, tucked away (Chapel Pool should be at the base of these rocks)
Unfortunately the tide was in so the Chapel Tidal Pool wasn’t visible at the base of the rocks. Instead I popped into one of the pop-up art galleries for the festival but I didn’t fancy bothering with the model village. 

Polperro
There were lots of cafes and I was very hungry so I popped into one to get a fish finger sandwich and escape the rain that was coming in. By the time I left there was a thick sea mist and it was drizzling. Such a quick change in the weather. 

Polperro, stretching up the valley
It was a short walk around To Talland Bay, which had a lovely looking beach cafe, with beach huts to sit in to shelter from the weather. There was a big hill to walk up to get to Jonny and Jane’s. Jonny kindly collected me in his landrover. 
Talland Bay is down there, in the mist
I had a great afternoon and evening. We drove to East Looe for coffee and cake and then Jane made an excellent curry for dinner. I camped on their farmland, next to the yurt that they were sleeping in. Jane is a food writer, recipe creator and photographer. I got some tips on cafes for the next stretch. She’s got a much better blog than mine http://www.hedgecombers.com. 

another view of the cliffs and Lantic Bay

Day 325 Gribbin Head and Fowey

Saturday 25 June 2016

Carlyon Bay to Polruan

11 miles

Polruan Holidays Campsite

It rained heavily overnight and didn’t stop until 9am. I wasn’t in the mood for getting up anyway. 

Carlyon Bay
I left at 10am in hot sun and with a dry tent. It was funny weather and clouded over almost as soon as I started walking. It continued to be a mix of sunshine and showers all day, and the showers were sharp but over quickly. 

lookig back at Charlestown and St Austell
Par Sands was difficult to get to as it was obscured by Par Docks. Par was developed as a minerals port in the 1830s and China clay is still shipped from here. There is a China clay trail that follows the old railway lines used for transporting the clay to the docks that looked like it might head up to the white pyramids that stand high above St Austell. These are enormous heaps of China clay that I could see from as far away as Dodman Point yesterday. 
Par Sands and docks
I eventually found Par beach and it was full of dog walkers. The sea looked brown, I’d not seen that since the Bristol Channel. 

brown sea?!
I carried on around to Polkerris, a small beach and activity centre nestled in the cliff. Having not had any breakfast I stopped here for a big seafood spaghetti lunch at Sam’s and watched some people windsurfing. 

Polkerris
The wind picked up as I rounded Gribbin Head; the first proper wind I’ve experienced for weeks. It was good for cooling me down, and for blowing the showers away quickly. The views from Gribbin Head were far-reaching, all the way back down The Lizard Peninsula. 

Gribbin Daymark
Gribbin Head and Polridmouth
The Gribbin Daymark was erected in 1832, enabling sailors to pinpoint the approach to Fowey’s harbour. 

The Fowey Estuary, a Border Force patrol boat just entering
Around Gribbin Head I got my first glimpse of the Fowey Estuary, full of sail boats. The entrance was protected by two blockhouse forts and St Catherine’s Castle. The castle was built in 1538 as part of the national defence programme for King Henry VIII. Fowey was beginning to remind me of the Scilly Isles. 

St Catherine’s Castle, opposite the Polruan blockhouse
Just before Fowey is Polridmouth, a tiny beach at the edge of woodland that leads to Menabilly. Both these places were settings for Daphne Du Maurier novels.

Polridmouth and Gribbin Head, Daphne Du Maurier country
looking at Polridmouth and the entrance to Fowey from Gribbin Head
Arriving in Fowey I came across signs for The Saints Way, an ancient route between the North and South coasts, from Padstow to Fowey. 

signs for The Saints Way
Once in Fowey I wandered through the town and ducked into a tea shop to escape yet another shower. What a find –  The Dwelling House At Fowey is possibly the best tea room I’ve ever visited. Bold statement I know. I was almost cheered up by a delicious cream tea served on proper old fashioned china. 

Fowey and the Fowey River on the left, Pont Pill and Polruan on the right
Fowey started out as a fishing village, expanded into a port exporting China clay, and now looks like it’s home to the sailing fraternity. The sound of the racing hooter was audible all afternoon and sail boats were constantly to-ing and fro-ing. 

Polruan from Fowey

Fowey from Polruan
I caught the ferry across the River Fowey to Polruan. We weaved in and out of the moored dingies and halfway across we picked up a couple of sailors thumbing a taxi-ride to the shore. 

the Polruan Ferry
Polruan is thought to be an older settlement than Fowey. I climbed up the steep hill to St Saviour’s Chapel ruins atop The Bound, a grassy cliff top that has been an important lookout for centuries. 

looking all the way back to Dodman Point from The Bound
The chapel was thought to have been built in the 8th or 9th Century and is a landmark for Mariners. It was also a pilgrimage for sailors to give thanks for their homecoming. 

St Saviour’s Chapel ruins on The Bound
The campsite was at the top of the hill and had good views over the sea. It was quite windy as I pitched my tent but it died down later. I couldn’t be bothered to walk back down the hill so just had snacks for dinner. I walked back to The Bound late in the evening to look at the view. 

The Fowey Estuary at sunset

Day 324 Mevagissy and “Snarzell”

Friday 24 June 2016

Boswinger to Carlyon Bay, St Austell

16 miles

Carlyon Bay Campsite

It was raining this morning and everyone was glued to the television watching the results of the EU Referendum over breakfast. The rain fitted my mood. I found it very hard to motivate myself to walk today. 

looking down on Hemmick Beach
I set off as the rain eased at about 9.30am. There was no one about as I headed along to Dodman Point. The grey mist was starting to burn off and the views from Dodman Point covered such a wide area, possibly from Lizard to the Devon border. The Dodman Cross dominated the Point and was erected in 1896 “in the firm hope of the second coming of Jesus Christ”. I thought that might be a good thing today. 

Dodman Cross, the Roseland Peninsula in the distance
The Dodman Point promontary seemed like a good site for an Iron Age fort and remnants of the ditch surrounding it were still visible. 

Vault Beach
Approaching Gorran Haven the sea suddenly took on an amazing bright blue hue. It looked incredible. 

bright blue sea approaching Gorran Haven
Gorran Haven Harbour
Gorran Haven was quite large but seemed rather small as it had tiny streets and a small water frontage with not much beach. Some big houses on the edges though. 

Gorran Haven
a house precariously balanced above a landslip, on the edge of Gorran Haven looking back at Maenease Point
I headed straight through Gorran Haven, around the small headland at Turbot Point and into Mevagissey Bay. Chapel Point looked rather splendid, and rather Mediterranean, with its whitewashed chapel and buildings. 

Chapel Point
Portmellon blended into Mevagissey, not even the cliff top between them really separating them anymore. Portmellon seemed to have newer, bigger houses and Mevagissey was the quaint fishing town. It was also a tourist Mecca. 

approaching Mevagissey
I wandered around the narrow streets and the harbour, trying to weave in and out of all the tourists. I popped into the museum, which had some interesting exhibits about life in the town through the ages. I found a cafe that wasn’t too busy and stopped for a break. The Lost Gardens of Heligan were only a couple of miles inland but I didn’t have the time (or the inclination today) to visit. 

Mevagissey Harbour
It was 3 o’clock before I left Mevagissey and I had quite a way still to go. The weather was strange: hot and sunny one minute and then sharp showers the next. 

sunshine and showers over Portmellon and Mevagissey
I was pleased to leave the hubbub of Mevagissey and continue around, past the huge caravan park that dominated Pentewan Beach, and around to Black Head. The Pentewan Valley walk looked nice, heading inland through the woods. 

Pentewan Beach and caravan park
There was quite a bit of up and down as I made my way around Black Head, through muddy woods, and on to Porthpean and Charlestown. 

beautiful sea and rugged cliffs, St Austell Bay
I was on the outskirts of St Austell (pronounced “Snarzell” in Cornish). For a while now I’d been able to see the large sprawl of houses and the large ‘white pyramids’ of China clay that dominated the view inland. 

St Austell, look for the ‘white pyramid’ behind it
The cliffs here had lots of trees on the top and weaved in and out, rather than up and down. There were a few small beaches, like the one at Porthpean. 

Lower Porthpean
Charlestown had an old, small, harbour, the entrance to which was once protected by the Crinnis Cliff Battery. Charles Rashleigh had built the battery in 1793 to protect the new Charlestown Harbour. It seemed suspended in time as the only ships in it were old schooners that might have belonged to the Charlestown Shipwreck and Heritage Centre. 

looking back around Mevagissey Bay to Chapel Point
It was almost 6pm when I made it to Carlyon Bay and the campsite just beyond the railway line. It was hot and sunny when I pitched so I headed straight back to the beach for a quick dip. A significant amount of money was being spent to build facilities at the back of the beach but, in the meantime, there were a couple of pop-up cafes in the middle of the beach. A quick swim followed by dressed crab and a beer on the beach, almost perfect on any other day. 

dressed crab, a hammer to break the claws and a beer, on Carlyon Beach
I had only just made it back to the campsite when another heavy shower came overhead. Good timing. Fortunately there was a covered area where I could sit while I did some laundry and then settled for an early night as heavy rain set in. 

cottages nestled in the hillside at Black Head, facing Mevagissey Bay

Day 323 Gerrans Bay and Portloe

Thursday 23 June 2016

Portscatho to Boswinger, near Gorran Haven

13 miles

Boswinger Youth Hostel

the view around Gerrans Bay to Nare Head and Gull Rock
The sun woke me up, shining into my tent. The ground was quite wet but I packed away anyway and headed off, through Portscatho and around to Porthcurnick Beach. 

Porthcurnick Beach and Portscatho
The sea looked lovely, the sun was shining and the highly recommended Hidden Hut cafe didn’t open until 10am. 

The Hidden Hut cafe overlooking Porthcurnick Beach
Time for a swim. There were already 5 families on this tiny beach and a couple of people swimming. The water was lovely and clear. I dried off in the sun and hung my wet towel and costume over the cafe railings. Breakfast was coffee and a pasty. What a perfect morning. 

drying my swim stuff over breakfast
I eventually tore myself away and headed around the rest of Gerrans Bay, to Nare Head. I popped into the Lookout Station just North of Portscatho. There wasn’t much going on in the Bay today, just kayakers and small boats. 

Gerrans Bay
Kayakers near Nare Head
The walk around Gerrans Bay was beautiful, and the sea was wonderfully clear with lots of sand visible under the water and nice beaches. 

Carne Beach, beautiful colour of the sea
Carne and Pendower Beaches
I met a man who was scouring the Bay for divers; apparently this bay is a favourite over-wintering spot for black- and red- throated divers. He monitors them annually and a few were still hanging around. I thought I saw one but it was most likely a cormorant. 

Porthbean Beach, looking back on Pednvadan, towards the Lookout Station
From Nare Head I could see all the way back to Nare Point, with St Anthony Head breaking up the two bays, Falmouth and Gerrans. 

the view all the way back to Falmouth Bay and the Lizard
Nare Head had a bunker on it, the sister to one at Nare Point. Both were part of the network of Starfish sites during WW2; decoy sites using special effects to lure enemy bombers away from populated and significant areas such as Falmouth. 

a bunker on Nare Head
In 1962 an atomic early warning bunker was built underground. It was a survival unit designed for 3 men to live for 3 weeks monitoring radioactive fallout following a nuclear attack. It closed in 1991 but has been restored and is occasionally open to the public. 

Kiberick Cove, looking across Veryan Bay to Dodman Point
Nare Head and Gull Rock
I left cheerful Nare Head and carried on along the stunning cliff walk to Portloe. What a picturesque little town nestled in the crook of the cliffs. All the houses looked pristine and I wasn’t surprised to see the town had twice won Cornwall’s best-kept. 

approaching Portloe
The sun had been hot today and I needed a break. What luck, Portloe has a posh hotel. The Lugger Hotel welcomed me in, I relaxed on a sofa, read their newspapers and drank lots of tea while I dried out. It was a quiet and blissful hour. 

Portloe, tucked into the cliff
It was 4pm when I left Portloe and I still had a couple of hours of walking around Veryan Bay. It was just as hilly and just as spectacular as Gerrans Bay. 

a hilly coastline around Veryan Bay from Nare Head
There wasn’t much to West and East Portholland, but then I arrived at Porthluney Cove. Set back beyond the beach, surrounded by woods and parkland, was Caerhays Castle. It was rather imposing. 

West- and East- Portholland, separated by rocky cliffs
Caerhays Castle nestled in a wooded estate behind Porthluney Cove
Boswinger is at the top of a steep climb up from Hemmick Beach. I was glad to arrive at the Youth Hostel. I ate a very nice dinner in the hostel, which unusually was home-cooked by the staff. I then spent the evening in the company of 2 guys who had arrived early for a weekend away at the hostel as part of a larger, all male, group. They were seriously camp, and the 3 of us and the 2 female staff had a hilarious evening. Thanks to Wilson for all the prosecco!

Hemmick Beach and Dodman Point

Day 322 The Roseland Peninsula

Wednesday 22 June 2016

Falmouth to Portscatho

9 miles

Treloan Coastal Park

Wendy cooked me a lovely breakfast to send me on my way. It had rained during the night but was dry when I left. 

Falmouth from the ferry
I had 2 ferries to catch and only a few miles to walk as there aren’t that many campsites on the Roseland Peninsula. I had a few chores to do in town so wandered through Falmouth a second time and stopped for a coffee at Discovery Quay, the relatively new development. 

the St Mawes Ferry arriving at Falmouth’s Custom House Quay
I caught the St Mawes Ferry at 11.30am. I had no idea that St Mawes was so affluent and a sometime Royal holiday destination. 

St Mawes
St Mawes Castle and town
I walked up to the castle, the 2nd of King Henry VIII Fal Estuary fortifications. As expected, the views across the Carrick Roads were excellent. 

St Mawes Castle and Pendennis Castle across the Carrick Roads

Wendy had told me that members of the Royal family had stayed at the Tresanton Hotel in St Mawes so I decided to check it out. I didn’t need any lunch after Wendy’s breakfast but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to try it out. The think I find with really posh places is that they still treat me nicely even though I turn up looking unkempt and carrying a huge rucksack. The Tresanton passed my test and I had a lovely, and not bad priced, two course lunch with a glass of wine.
lunch fit for a Queen at the Tresanton Hotel
It was a good job I enjoyed the views over lunch because, no sooner had I left than it started raining and a thick most enveloped everything. Needless to say it wasn’t forecast. 

St Anthony Head (and lighthouse) across Percuil River
I caught the Place Ferry (just a tiny boat) across the Percuil River to St Anthony. (So many rivers!)

I wonder who lives here?
I couldn’t see anything much as I made my way around St Anthony Head to Zone Point. Here was the coastal artillery fort, St Anthony Battery, the third of the Fal Estuary protective forts. Unfortunately, I had no view through the thick mist and drizzle. I could hardly see the St Anthony Head Lighthouse, but I could hear it!

looking back at St Mawes enveloped in mist
St Anthony Head Lighthouse
There were a couple of nice looking beaches at the base of the cliffs as I walked along to Portscatho. 

nice little beach
I was camped just before the town and, when I arrived, the lovely owner made me a cup of tea while I pitched my tent. Although it was no longer raining the air was very damp. 

a Wreck Post near Towan Beach (for practising rocket and line ship rescues)
I walked to the local pub for yet more food and the chance to charge my phone and update my blog. 

Portscatho harbour

Day 321 Around Falmouth Bay

Tuesday 21 June 2016

Helford Passage to Falmouth

13 miles

Wendy and Brian’s house

After breakfast I caught the bus back to Helford Passage and walked back down the steep hill to the Helford River. 

Helford Passage
Within a mile I had walked past two spectacular gardens that one can pay to enter: Trebah and Glendurgan. Both backed into the Helford River and there were lots of little coves, often with small boats moored. 

Trebah Gardens’ private beach
At one cove I took a wrong turning (I swear I followed the signpost) and headed inland through a lovely wood. It took me a while to twig I was going wrong because often the path heads slightly inland and greenery obscures the view. Anyway, I ended up in Mawnan Smith, adding at least a mile to my walk. 

the old schoolhouse almost on the beach at Durgan
I made it back to the coast by the church at Mawnan and headed around Rosemullion Head. 

looking across the Helford River to Nare Point
I arrived at Maenporth and stopped for a spot of lunch, a warm mackerel sandwich. There were lots of kids in the water undertaking various activities from paddleboarding to kayaking and sailing. At all times, all views included at least one large tanker as well as lots of small yachts. 

Rosemullion Head (complete with tanker bunkered in Falmouth Bay)
Maenporth beach, Rosemullion Head in the background
Rain hadn’t been forecast but not long after leaving Maenporth the heavens opened. I sheltered under some trees for a while and then ran towards Swanpool Beach and the cafe there. The kids in the sea were unaffected. 

Swanpool Beach, separating Swan Pool from the sea
Gyllyngvase Beach, South Falmouth
It was ridiculously close and sweaty when the rain finally passed. I had reached Falmouth and made my way along the coast road to Pendennis Point. 

Princess Pavillion Gardens, created in Falmouth by Rev Coope in the 1930s…
…full of follies, including this ‘chapel’ on the promenade
The 1.5 mile Castle Drive circuit around Pendennis Point was the scene of the first motorcycle races to be held on public roads in Britain, 1931-37. A stone commemorated the fact. 

commemorating the Pendennis Castle Road Races
Pendennis Castle (built 1645, just before the Civil War) stands atop the hill, commanding the entrance to the Carrick Roads, the huge stretch I water fed by the rivers Fal, Truro, Tresillian and Carnon. At Pendennis Point itself is “Little Dennis” Blockhouse, built in 1539 by King Henry VIII to protect the Fal Estuary. There are other fortifications that were built and manned in both World Wars. 

Little Dennis, St Anthony Head Lighthouse across the Fal Estuary
fortifications at Pendennis Point
It was a lovely walk around Pendennis Point, which is quite wooded but has great views across the Carrick Roads to the Roseland Peninsula. 

looking across at St Mawes
I popped out of the woods to find myself overlooking Falmouth Docks, built in 1860. What an impressive sight. The Pendennis Shipyard is the first one and makes luxury super yachts. 

Falmouth Docks
The biggest dry dock was The Queen Elizabeth dock, which holds 128 million litres of water and takes 3 hours to empty. 

The Queen Elizabeth Dock
The Port of Falmouth sits at the gateway to the Western Approaches, close to the world’s busiest shipping lanes. It is an international bunkering (refuelling) port, a Port of Refuge, and regarded as the “first and last port” for ships crossing the Atlantic Ocean. Falmouth really was built on the shipping industry. Alas, most of the industry has disappeared and now the Cornwall’s first university is the town’s biggest employer. 

boats moored alongside the National Maritime Museum
From the 17th to the 19th Century Falmouth was also the landing place for packet ships carrying news to and from Britain and her colonies and allies. This was where news of Nelson’s victory in the Battle of Trafalgar first reached British shores. 

boats everywhere, Falmouth
I wandered through the town centre and back to Wendy and Brian’s house for a lovely roast dinner. I already felt at home. 

a lovely view back to Nare Point

Day 320 Halfway Point on the SW Coast Path and the Helford River

Monday 20 June 2016

Coverack to Helford Passage

12 miles

Wendy and Brian’s house, Falmouth

Coverack’s harbour
It was still raining when I left the youth hostel but it was easing. Still, it was a wet and slippery walk over rocks, through mud and undergrowth as I made my way to Lowland Point. I had to negotiate not only the terrain but also find a way past the cows and ponies. 

looking back towards Coverack from Lowland Point
Just around the point I found myself along a section with small towns and Gabbro rock quarries. As a consequence the path weaved inland around Manacle Point, near The Manacles, the cause of too many shipwrecks. 

Dean Quarry
Godrevy Cove and “Shark’s Fin” rock at Manacle Point
There was a very steep road descent into, and ascent out of, Porthoustock. A tiny village tucked in the hillside. 

Porthoustock
As I walked along the tiny country roads it began to dry up a little, although it remained damp and very muggy. I saw a sign for Fat Apples Cafe so thought I ought to investigate and dry out a bit over a coffee. The owner took pity on my soggy state and gave me an extra large slice of cake. 

Porthallow beach
It was only a short walk down the hill into Porthallow. I was surprised to find a marker highlighting this town as the official mid-point of the SW Coast Path. 

6 weeks to get halfway (was supposed to take 4 but I kept stopping)
Rounding Nare Point all of a sudden the Helford River and the coast around Falmouth Bay came into view. There were boats everywhere, particularly sail boats. 

walking to Nare Point
I stopped at the Coast Watch Station on Nare Point. There were 8 big tankers visible, all ‘bunkering’ between Falmouth and Lizard. Apparently lots will remain at anchor for a while, awaiting orders. 

Nare Point Coast Watch
During WW2, Nare Point was transformed into a “fake Falmouth” by Ealing Film Studios. I couldn’t see any obvious bomb craters so I don’t know whether it worked or not. 

a small cove around Gillan Harbour
I made it to Gillan Harbour an hour after low tide and just about got across the stepping stones, which were mostly at water level and very sloppy. It saved a 2 mile walk around the roads, or alternatively a paddle. 
slippery stepping stones across Gillan Harbour at low tide
St Anthony-in-Meneage seemed like it might be the first of many quaint little ‘boaty’ villages. There was a nice walk around Dennis Head, with great views on the right day. 

St Anthony-in-Meneage
looking back up the creek at Gillan
Helford was incredibly picturesque. There seem to be quite a lot of thatched cottages on this side of Cornwall, and Helford was no exception. Such a beautiful village means lots of tourists. 

Helford
Helford
I popped into the excellent village stores and bought a delicious homemade flapjack, then walked to the quayside and opened the wooden sign that signals the ferry boatman. 

the Helford River ferry arriving to pick me up
Overhead views of the Helford River look rather spectacular, but I had no intention of walking around every creek in South Cornwall. I like ferries. 

lookin across Gillan Harbour from Dennis Head
As there was no accommodation anywhere nearby I had already decided the best option was to catch the bus to Falmouth. Here I was invited to stay with Wendy and Brian. Luckily for me they were happy to put up with me for 2 nights. 

a lovely little beach just before Helford
Unfortunately I had misread the bus timetable and thought there was a 3.15 bus to Falmouth, I missed the small print that this bus only runs in school holidays. So, I alighted the ferry at Helford Passage, walked straight past The Ferryboat Inn (which I’m told is really nice) and bust a gut to get up  a very steep hill in double quick time. It was only when I was sweating at the top that I realised my error and had to wait 1 hour 15 minutes for the next bus. I wished I’d spent that spare time in the pub!

approaching Helford, so many boats!
the view across the Helford River to Helford Passage
I had a lovely evening with Wendy and Brian, and got to wash all my kit. Bliss. 
a beautiful campsite right by St Anthony-in-Meneage