Days fifteen to sixteen

5 Jun

Didn’t do much on Monday, Day Fifteen. I’d meant to photograph Cath and Roger’s spread, its wonders not confined to dogs, cat or sheep. Didn’t get it together though, tired after Lands End to Mousehole followed by outdoor wine ‘n … Read More »

Day fourteen

4 Jun

Recap: the past week saw me walking out of St Ives on Monday morning, taking two days to reach Sennen Cove, then camping within view of its beach. Wednesday brought the only rain to date. I bussed it to Penzance, … Read More »

Days twelve and thirteen

3 Jun

I’m out of sync; Day Fourteen was written before this. It tells how I got to Lower Balwest Farm, where Cath and Roger own several acres, horticultivate and do holiday lets of two converted outbuildings and one caravan. On Friday, … Read More »

Days ten and eleven

31 May

Early on Wednesday, with skies set to bring the first rain of my trip, I pack the sack and bus it down the coast from Sennen Cove, via wet and windy Land’s End, to Penzance. Another hour and I’ve breakfasted … Read More »

Day nine

30 May

View from my boudoir, Tuesday at 06:30 … … and from my back garden … … and with me packed and ready for off. My shadow self. Fat thighs and heart of stone. Orchard. Three from this side of the … Read More »

Day eight

29 May

I walked out of St Ives, chez J & L, around 10am on bank holiday Monday and was back on the coastal path within thirty. The going was tough. On each of the past three nights I’d put away more … Read More »

Day seven

27 May

Still in St Ives, chez Jon and Lesley. Here’s my room for the past two nights. Spot the selfie. I didn’t. The plan is to stay here tonight, then in the morning walk out to Zennor (think D.H. Lawrence) and … Read More »

Days three to four

24 May

So I had my cliff top coffee and wandered on. This beauty was a good start. The only times I truly miss my big boys’ kit – Canon 7D and two lenses, including the totally fabulous L-series 70:200 f2.8 IS … Read More »

Days two to three-point-one

23 May

I won’t go so far as to say I didn’t feel and look a complete and utter tit, striding the coastal path with three-panelled solar charger dangling from rucsack, or from towel draped round neck, whichever afforded best positioning vis … Read More »