A sunny day greeted me as I headed out along the coastal path. Fields of cauliflower grew in sheltered hillsides with funny scarecrows to keep the birds from eating them.The sun shone bright on a shimmering sea and large oil tankers passed across the horizon.The coastal path hugged the coastline and rose and fell making a walking rhythm hard to find. Seals bathed on the rocks and canoeists explored the sea inlets on what was a lazy sunny morning. I heard a Chough calling and then saw its shining black feathers and red beak . Lichen clung to old wooden post and I eventually came to Kenneggy sands where old huts marked the trail down to the beach. I scrambled over the rocks and rejoined the path as families played in the sea on what is a a very secluded spot. The path winds and twists its way east and is littered with abandoned Tin mines which rise up as reminders of an industrial past. At Praa sand families had gathered for a day of sand castle building and sun bathing. Two teenagers were playing a racket game without much success and spent most of their time fetching the ball that seemed to have a mind of its own. I left them and headed east to my lunch time destination of Porthleven. I reached the harbour and found a tearoom where I had a pot of tea and a rather large lump of cake. I then hit the road to Helston which I reached by minor roads and deep stony lanes. Helston looked very civilised with lots of character. Heading north out of Helston I caught up with Alison in a pub lay-by. The journey was complete till next March, it was time to go home.
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