Today was no exception and we struggled to get out of bed, the mind having already decided we had reached Minehead and a day off; the body knowing the miles were still to be walked and crying out in frustration and pain. We kind of sleep walked through morning ablutions, breakfast and taking the camp down with the result that it was almost ten o' clock before we were on the road.
The morning was slightly overcast and had grey overtones to it, which only added a sense of mystery and foreboding to the marshes. The lifeless branches of the sunken forest pointed in futility to the grey sky as if in constant search for new life. The greenery below the trees was a contrast in colour and texture, small flower buds just waiting for a final kiss of sunshine before they open and brighten the landscape. It is easy walking on this section, initially on man-made gravel path and, for a time, on boardwalks as you cross a particularly wet bit of marsh and then on an, at times, wide, grassy path. There is lots to catch the eye as you walk along the back of the marsh with wild flowers, butterflies and bird life vying to catch your attention. The dominant hill at Hurlstone Point dominates the view. The path cuts inland to pass through arable land, to pass by the village of Bossington, where we passed a house offering fresh apple juice from their orchard. After passing the village the route goes round the bottom of Bossington Hill, heading for Hurlstone Point.