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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
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 »
Vacated Bristol this morning for Totnes by train. Buses dovetailed so neatly I was in Padstow by 5pm. Downside being I hadn’t had time to grab so much as a packet of crisps all day. But as I alighted at … Read More »
I know this will be a blow to the millions waiting with breath not unbated for part three of Why the West hates Putin. But after numerous delays and diversions – not least Roddis v Sheffield Hallam, Parts One to … Read More »