Monday started overcast as Alison dropped me off in the car park near the pub at Wendron. I sorted out my back pack and headed out into the Cornish lanes .After I had travelled two miles it started to rain. That sort of rain that is just heavy enough to need waterproofs yet you feel somewhat overdressed for the occasion. My route was a mixture of minor roads and public footpaths that would take me eventually to the cathedral city of Truro. I crossed many Cornish stone stiles careful not to fall off them has I had previously done in Somerset's Mendip hills. Cows rushed to greet me as I walked next to them, half excited and yet afraid. As I neared Truro the rain eased and I descended into town centre had a coffee and some chocolate cake. I sorted my self out and checked out how to get to my B and B. Have you ever noticed when you find somewhere quiet to sit somebody always joins you and moves in on your space. I found my B and B and tried to use the shower but could not get it to work.Moving down the hallway I found another shower which I managed to get working
with all sorts of wonderful shower gels. All was well with the world and the first day was over. Jon had travelled down from Suffolk to walk with me to Indian Queens the next day so we had a meal and explored the local area. The weather forecast for tomorrow promised a brighter day so it was time for an early night.
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