We’re on our way down to Cornwall once more, three days later than anticipated. The delay is due to my Mother’s operation on her leg, nothing major. This means that Caroline, Lottie and Andrew have three extra days. So, they’re going to start and then we’ll carry on with them, well Carolynn will carry on… me, I’ve brought my bike down as my heel is still extremely painful. I’ve had a second steroid injection to try to ease the pain. I think the decision to climb Kilimanjaro and then walk four days of the SWCP ten days after the initial injection, was probably not the best one.  This time I’m going to rest it for three months and make sure it’s, hopefully, fully healed, as we’ll all be back in February for another stint and a week later, I have three days in the Cairngorms, which is training for the Mont Blanc climb in June.

So I’m going to spend the three days on my mountain bike! At some point, Carolynn will have to catch up on the three days that she has missed and I’ll have to catch up all six.

We’re staying at a cottage called ‘Overseas’ in Trebarwith Strand, which belongs to a friend of mine, Keith Carsley. The village appears not to have any permanent residents. All the properties are holiday lets, a little sad, but seems to be a sign of the times. One anomaly, the village has a thriving pub. How many villages in Britain have lost their local because it’s not economical? Here, though, the pub is thriving and open 365 days of the year!

As Andrew and Caroline didn’t have access to two vehicles, they haven’t been able to complete all the days, in fact, because the weather forecast for the day of our arrival was so diabolical, they haven’t done any walking before we drove down!

We’re on our way down to Cornwall once more, three days later than anticipated. The delay is due to my Mother’s operation on her leg, nothing major. This means that Caroline, Lottie and Andrew have three extra days. So, they’re going to start and then we’ll carry on with them, well Carolynn will carry on… me, I’ve brought my bike down as my heel is still extremely painful. I’ve had a second steroid injection to try to ease the pain. I think the decision to climb Kilimanjaro and then walk four days of the SWCP ten days after the initial injection, was probably not the best one.  This time I’m going to rest it for three months and make sure it’s, hopefully, fully healed, as we’ll all be back in February for another stint and a week later, I have three days in the Cairngorms, which is training for the Mont Blanc climb in June.

So I’m going to spend the three days on my mountain bike! At some point, Carolynn will have to catch up on the three days that she has missed and I’ll have to catch up all six.

We’re staying at a cottage called ‘Overseas’ in Trebarwith Strand, which belongs to a friend of mine, Keith Carsley. The village appears not to have any permanent residents. All the properties are holiday lets, a little sad, but seems to be a sign of the times. One anomaly, the village has a thriving pub. How many villages in Britain have lost their local because it’s not economical? Here, though, the pub is thriving and open 365 days of the year!

As Andrew and Caroline didn’t have access to two vehicles, they haven’t been able to complete all the days, in fact, because the weather forecast for the day of our arrival was so diabolical, they haven’t done any walking before we drove down!

I’m not going to make any note of the kilometres walked on this trip, as I didn’t walk any and the other three plus Lottie didn’t walk the full itinerary. One way or another we all have some catching up to do… me more than the others! I’m going to have to come back to this section sometime next year and catch up.

This section is a spectacular section of the SWCP, so no way am I going to miss it out. There is something that needs to go down in history here: Carolynn has now walked further than I have. I’m proud of her. She’s doing this because of my love of walking, but I’m confident that she too is beginning to understand some of the passion I have for these wilderness areas.

It is the other two women amongst us, Caroline and Lottie, (Lottie has probably already walked equivalent to the 1030km of the whole path) that have walked the furthest, putting us two men to shame. Are they the stronger sex? I’m open to any comments!

Back in February!