It was a pleasant route, walking on a path through arable land. A section of it was enclosed by trees and hedgerow which, as well as providing a bit of protection, nicely framed the sea as we approached it. Once on the coast we marvelled at the change to the sea from the calm waters we had come to expect, to huge, white-topped breakers hitting the shore. On the access to the coastal path there was sign warning of the danger of adders on the path, although on a day like today we suspected they would be tucked up somewhere dry.
We nearly always end up laughing at the state we are in; laughing at the stupidity of being out in the kind of weather you would not put your dog out in. However, the good spirits were severely challenged when we arrived at Cape Cornwall (one of only two Capes in Great Britain) to find that the man who operates the coffee kiosk had done a runner and gone home because of the weather (and he was in shelter). The thought of a hot cup of coffee had been the driving force for the last couple of miles and disappointment does not begin to describe it.
Cape Cornwall is the part of the Tin Coast and Cornish Mining World Heritage Site and there were other facilities later on that, while it might call for a slight detour, would at least offer us some respite from the weather and a hot lunch of some kind.
And then suddenly the sun came out. No warning. The rain stopped, the sun came out and as we walked we started to steam in the heat of the late afternoon. At the end of Trevean Cliff we cut inland to move on to the B3306 going in to the hamlet of Rosemergy. Approaching the hamlet we could see ancient standing stones on the hillside and passed signs for the Watch Croft, a Bronze Age barrow. On any other day we might have been tempted out after settling in to our accommodation. There was no chance of that today.