Best bits: amazing weather which enhanced the beautiful scenery
Worst bits: painful heel
Distance: 12.4 miles
Antony and Sally dropped me off at Perranporth and then drove on to Portreath our destination for today. We were then walking in opposite directions and planned to meet in the middle.
As I climbed up onto the headland, there was a sign saying stick to the paths. That was because of the old tin mines in this area. I got a bit lost in the maze of paths upon the headland. I finally managed to join up with the proper coast path.
It was a glorious day and I was a bit overdressed. I really need to sort out my attire for this changing weather.
My heel was sore again and so I had to pop a few more pills! I was feeling sorry for myself and was contemplating the impact this was having on my enjoyment of the walk and the potential longer term consequences.
I also felt very sad this morning, I was missing Angela. It would have been lovely to share this beautiful sunny weather with her and all the lovely walks along the coast. But alas the reality is that’s never going to happen again. I had a cry and felt sorry for myself. This view is looking backwards at where I have travelled. This is metaphorically what I have been thinking.
As I came off the headland on down to the beach Rachel and Victoria were sitting on a bench admiring the view. Their dogs barked at me as I approached but we soon made friends. We had a great chat about what I am doing.
It wasn’t long before I rounded St Agnes Head where I met Enzo and Katherine. We shared our stories and discussed what matters in life, loneliness and differences between needs and wants. Very deep conversations!
Now I was looking forward to meeting back up with Antony and Sally at Chapel Porth. The views kept on getting better and better.
Tin mining was once prolific in Cornwall but only relics remain from that golden age.
I met back up with Antony and Sally at Chapel Porth. The tide was out sufficiently for us to walk along the beach to Porth Towan where we stopped for a much needed cuppa, enjoying the sun and taking in the views. 
Back on the cliffs again we had good views of the golden sands of where we had walked.
The final accent was steep but manageable and I took it in my stride, even with a sore heel.
We had another cuppa and cake in Portreath sitting in the sun.
Back at the caravan I interviewed Antony and Sally about their experiences of doing the coastal walk. It was very illuminating for me to hear their story.
I took the opportunity for another shower. Sally and I discussed the WWW (wet wipe wash) which is an inevitable part of van life. This has also been the topic of other conversations with my support crew! You know who I am talking about!
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