Day 05: 28 Mar 2014; Redruth to Holywell
Walk descriptor | LEJOG2014 | Day | 05 | ||
Date | Fri 28 Mar 2014 | Start to end time | 06h 51m | ||
Start point | Redruth | End point | Holywell | ||
Miles today | 15.59 | Cu miles | 100.54 | ||
Ft today | 1,970 | Cu ft | 17,829 | ||
Route miles left | 1,367.63 | Route ft left | 174,081 | ||
Today’s weather | Showery – heavy rain with some brighter intervals between. Cool, about 7 C. Light northerly breeze. Occasional sun | ||||
Today’s location (the red cross in a circle shows where I am at the moment) |
GPX based track of today’s walk (click here to access to access downloadable file) |
Commentary
“This was a definitely a day of two halves.
After a pretty chilly night’s “sleep” in ice-glazed tent, I didn’t particularly relish an interminable slog along the coast path. So in the morning, I set off north towards Perranporth, walking inland on quiet country lanes. The scenery was unremarkable – pleasantly rural but nothing spectacular, unlike the coast. And it rained on an off all morning. Plenty of interesting plants in bloom along the way, but not a lot more to report.
Arrived at Perranporth around lunchtime and the sun came out. Sat on the seafront for Cornish pasty lunch, fighting off the seagulls looking for an easy meal. The sea was being whipped up into fearsome breakers and crashing spectacularly onto the shore and cliffs. Unsurprisingly nobody was swimming! Discovered that Perranporth was the birth place of Donald Healey, of Austin Healey fame, and there is a memorial garden in his honour.
Walked along the coast path to Holywell, for the second half of the day. I really enjoyed the hike through the dunes, then above the cliffs near Penhale military camp. Spectacular views of massive waves lashing sheer granite cliffs near Penhale Point, then into Holywell and Park Dean Holiday Camp for the night.
Arrival at the campsite was a bit of a transition from the sublime to reality. The showers aren’t working, for a start, and I’m writing this in the lounge, sitting next to a group of blokes in fancy dress with T shirts proclaiming that they are the “P*ssed Pirates of Newquay” on tour. And watching the wrestling on TV. Can’t wait for tomorrow!
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