Because of the set up of OS maps, we had no paper map for most of today's route. That is because where two maps meet there is a gap and we had not noticed when buying the maps as we had planned the trip using the internet service. Fortunately, I could use the phone as a GPS so no great hassle. We did not have Garmin today either, as it had not charged overnight, so no walk management tool.
The route today broke down in to three clear stages: 4 miles to Newquay; 6 miles to Aberaeron and, 4 miles to Llannon. It had been a wet and stormy night and the sound of the rain beating on the canvas had pretty much prevented sleep, so we were both very tired even before we started. Fortunately, it was dry when we packed up, which made things easier. Starting off it was cold and damp and enthusiasm was in short supply. The porridge warmed us up but the effect was fairly short term.
After leaving the campsite we headed for the shore to take up the coastal path. A female dog walker, all wrapped up against the elements and full of enthusiasm literally ran to catch us up and tell us how hard and beautiful the walk was. The section to Newquay was tough from the start with a number of ascents and descents, the path sometimes very narrow and difficult to walk on. At Castell Bach there was a heavy downpour and the waterproofs came out. We were both struggling in the cold and were relieved to see Newquay. One final steep descent and we took up residence in the Pepper Pot for the best second breakfast of the journey so far.
Breakfast over, we visited the Post Office to replenish cash. It had warmed up and the streets were thronged with Bank Holidaymakers, hundreds looking for dolphins off the pier. To be honest, we were glad to leave them behind. All that noise, pushing and shoving, can do without it. We were able to walk the beach for about a mile, a short section of road and track and then we were back in our natural habitat of clifftop. Nice walk along here with some variation, passing through a small camp set up with tennis courts and riding stables before dropping down to Aberaeron. Nice wee harbour village with lots of charm but also hordes of people. Stopped for afternoon tea with lovely, fresh almond tarts, before completing a shopping for provisions.
We left the village on a kind of promenade and along a pebble beach, through Aberarth, over a wee bridge and back up on to the cliffs. We walked round Morfa Mawr farm, dropped down to sea level and walked along behind the beach to our destination at Llannon. The campsite office was closed but there was a note in the window telling us where to pitch and kids on bikes led us to T39.
It had been a long, hard day and we just managed to summon the energy to eat before turning in for the night, after showering.
The route today broke down in to three clear stages: 4 miles to Newquay; 6 miles to Aberaeron and, 4 miles to Llannon. It had been a wet and stormy night and the sound of the rain beating on the canvas had pretty much prevented sleep, so we were both very tired even before we started. Fortunately, it was dry when we packed up, which made things easier. Starting off it was cold and damp and enthusiasm was in short supply. The porridge warmed us up but the effect was fairly short term.
After leaving the campsite we headed for the shore to take up the coastal path. A female dog walker, all wrapped up against the elements and full of enthusiasm literally ran to catch us up and tell us how hard and beautiful the walk was. The section to Newquay was tough from the start with a number of ascents and descents, the path sometimes very narrow and difficult to walk on. At Castell Bach there was a heavy downpour and the waterproofs came out. We were both struggling in the cold and were relieved to see Newquay. One final steep descent and we took up residence in the Pepper Pot for the best second breakfast of the journey so far.
Breakfast over, we visited the Post Office to replenish cash. It had warmed up and the streets were thronged with Bank Holidaymakers, hundreds looking for dolphins off the pier. To be honest, we were glad to leave them behind. All that noise, pushing and shoving, can do without it. We were able to walk the beach for about a mile, a short section of road and track and then we were back in our natural habitat of clifftop. Nice walk along here with some variation, passing through a small camp set up with tennis courts and riding stables before dropping down to Aberaeron. Nice wee harbour village with lots of charm but also hordes of people. Stopped for afternoon tea with lovely, fresh almond tarts, before completing a shopping for provisions.
We left the village on a kind of promenade and along a pebble beach, through Aberarth, over a wee bridge and back up on to the cliffs. We walked round Morfa Mawr farm, dropped down to sea level and walked along behind the beach to our destination at Llannon. The campsite office was closed but there was a note in the window telling us where to pitch and kids on bikes led us to T39.
It had been a long, hard day and we just managed to summon the energy to eat before turning in for the night, after showering.