Portscatho to Boswinger

This blog relates to Thursday. 

Before starting i need to rectify Tuesdays blog,  we're staying at Portscatho: so the stage was between Falmouth and Portscatho. Wednesdays beach was Porthcurnick Beach. After so many Ports and Porths we've walked through, after a while they all start merging. Anyway back to Thursdays walk. 

After the last few days of hot, hot weather we woke to cloud, breeze and a much reduced temperature: perfect for me. 

We made an early start with the intention of stopping for breakfast at the 'Hidden Hut Cafe, beside Porthcurnick beach. Lovely setting shame they only cater for lunch and not breakfast - with little choice we were forced to eat cake, instead of the scrambled eggs i'd been preparing myself for! 

The atmosphere today was very calm. The sea was like a mill pond. The breeze sporadic, but gentle. Despite the ideal weather, there was few walkers. It was quiet. We both felt very relaxed and layed back. 

We set a gentle pace: its difficulty to get the legs working again after a day off (actually i struggle to gey my legs going everyday!). 

The terrain was a real mix today the first half made up of short ascents and descents, rugged paths, open fields, woodlands and sheer drops. We went past some lovely coves/beaches and through quaint harbour villages. We stopped for lunch at Portloe: we sat overlooking the harbour being entertained by mother and daughter encouraging their dog to get used to water sports. 

Despite the late afternoon we decided to continue walking. The path became increasingly more rugged and steep paths. We made it to Boswinger Youth Hostel (of course at the top of a hill). As usual no buses, despite a busy night for them (lots of events at the nearby Eden Project) we managed to get a taxi back to the campsite by about 9pm. 

Dinner of stale bread and sweaty cheese: yum, yum. 

Fitbit records 33,098 steps, 14.52 miles and 149 flight of stairs. 

Official path miles about 11/12miles. 

During yesterday evening meal at the local pub, we were seated next to a party containing: bride and groom to be, and both sets of parents, all of whom were terribly, terribly posh (much like many, many other people we have come across in Cornwall). There are occassion when its feels like we could be appearing in an episode of the 'only way is Chelsea', lots of 'Yah'. Anyway 'Tilly' (probably Matilda but 'Tills' to her friends) and Jeremy are getting married on Saturday. The marque had been erected, last minute fittings in Truro etc... however their conversation created considerable material for quote of the day:

'I like my son in law but don't know what the hells going on with the handkerchiefs!'

'We had a pig and cheese night' 

And from another patron of the pub: 

'My house is written up in the historic guide of England'

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