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The day started light and fair, apparently after a disturbed night during which Joanna set about the boy next door for making too much noise. Me! I slept through it all.
After coffee and Ready Brek, we hit the road as far as the harbour where I went to the camping shop for dubbin for the boots, while Joanna ordered up the coffee and bacon baps for the next breakfast. We caught the ferry from Padstow to the Rock and set off to walk beach, sand dunes and headland to Port Isaac. Along the beach and sand dunes to Polzeath with lovely coves and beaches and lots of surfers, was fairly easy walking. Walking out to the headland at Pentire Point was more difficult with swooping cliff edge paths and lovely sculpted rocky crags. We stayed high, stopping at Carnweather Point, overlooking Port Quin Bay, for lunch of ham hock sandwiches with Apple chutney and honey flap jacks with freshly brewed coffee, overlooked by a herd of stirks that gazed enviously at our fare.
If the morning was manageable, the afternoon was difficult, with confusing signs giving different distances for what we still had to walk. The final three mile section from Port Quin round to Port Isaac, must be in the running for the hardest three mile section we have completed so far. Hills so steep they have had to put steps in and we lost count of the number of steps overall but there were many. This section was completed in very hot sunshine and by the end we were both wilting.
Traipsing down the final hill we were glad to have reached Port Isaac, or Port Wenn, as it is known to fans of Doc Martin, whose house we passed on the way in. We passed the harbour where a film crew were at work filming a movie about the Fisherman's Friends, a Cornish choir, starring among others, David Hayman. We were staying just out of town and when we contacted our host he very kindly offered to come in and collect us. To have refused would have been rude, don't you think?