Feet First Walking

 

This walk follows the South West Coastal Path. It is well sign posted along the route. It is quite strenuous in places, especially on a hot day like the one I did it on.

 

I was dropped off at the car park in Port Isaac and after a short walk came to Port Gaverne.

 

Port Gaverne from the other side, looking to the road I had walked down. 

 

A distant view of the route that lay ahead.

 

The path descends to a wooden foot bridge at St Illickswell Gug.

 

 

The route heads steeply down into the valley above Barretts Zawn. An even steeper climb, up, lies ahead on a rough, loose path. 

 

Looking back, but no going back. Port Isaac can be seen in the distance.

 

Another steep descent, to Tregragon Valley and climb up towards Jacket Point on the other side.

 

I saw lots of butterflies, but only this one sat still long enough for me to take a picture.

 

There was a lovely stretch from Trgonnick Point to Start Point, along the cliff top that was flat, if not a bit over-grown in places.

 

 

The last steep climb up to Dennis Point.

 

Trebarwith Strand and pub ahoy.

 

As ever I chatted with lots of walkers along the way, mainly those doing the route in the opposite direction.

 There was the Italian man who admired my Olympus camera, because he also had one. So we chatted about photography. 

The man who spotted I was wearing a Worcestershire CCC cap, so we talked cricket for a while. 

The couple who had spotted a Peregrine Falcon at the start of their walk. We chatted about birds. 

The couple who were doing the section from Bude and were hoping to make it to St. Ives. We chatted about the steepness of the section, walking in the heat and going to bed at 9.30pm after a long day. 

The couple who were looking forward to flatter sections of the pathe and an ice cream at the end of the day. I saw them later in the pub -- he was downing a pint, whilst I had a pot of team with a pint of lemonade chaser. 

The elderly lady and her dogs -- she was having a bench installed by two workmen, just off the path. She referred to it as her mothers bench.