Tuesday, 19 June 2018

South West Coast Path Section 27 Porthleven to The Lizard

Porthleven Harbour
This was a most unexpected day.  Following my disaster with the fog the day before I had high hopes of a change in the weather today.  Imagine my disappointment when I looked out of the window of my hotel in Tintagel to see fog so thick I could barely see my car in the car park immediately outside.  While the whole of England was basking in beautiful sunshine the Bristol Channel was covered in a fog bank that somehow just managed to reach the very edges of the coastline.  Evidently inland was spared this fog and would enjoy summer temperatures for the rest of the day.  Desperately I cast around for an alternative place to walk and landed on the Lizard peninsula as the only realistic proposition.  I had no idea that it was 2 hours drive away from Tintagel!  I also had to face the fact that I needed to get the bus at the end of the walk; something I really hate doing as I feel the stress of the deadline all day.
Harbour Inn
I parked up in Porthleven and wandered around the town for a bit to get some provisions.  I wanted to get a map as I didn't bring my guidebook, not expecting to come to this section of the walk.  Sadly I didn't find one and so had to wing it.  I guess that having the coast on the right hand side of me all day and regular signage was a sure fire way of not getting lost but I was still a little haunted by the wrong turn in the fog yesterday.  As it happens I only managed to leave the fog behind at Helston, just a couple of miles away from my day's starting point.
Leaving Porthleven
I walked along the harbour wall and past the famous clock tower that seems to take quite a beating from the storm waves that overwhelm the harbour wall from time to time.  I then negotiated my way through the narrow streets to eventually find myself out in the open countryside at last.  Despite the early season (May) it was already building into a warmer summer like day and once I was safely away from town I doused myself in sun cream and made sure my hat was properly fitted.
Diversion Required
 It wasn't too long before I reached a path closed sign and contemplated the rather lengthy diversion that would take me through the Penrose Estate.  It wasn't a great prospect to be honest.  Fortunately for me I ran into a local here and he was bullish about the prospect of bypassing the problem area and basically staying on the same route.  I followed him expecting to have to turn back.  Initially we couldn't see the problem but when we got the headland in the distance we could immediately see that an enormous chunk of cliff had been removed by the sea and the rubble on the wave cut platform was now being rearranged by the sea.  Without a set of wings it would have been impossible to pass but luckily there was enough heathland above that we could skirt around quite safely.
Loe Bar
I was grateful that I did not have to take the two-mile diversion.  No doubt that it was useful time and energy saved for later in the day.  As I rounded the headland I rejoined the path and ahead of me was Loe Bar, a curious feature that I once learned about in Geography.  This sand bar was said to have been formed by a giant called Tregeagle who dropped the sand from a bag he was carrying.  The Bar traps a largish lake called The Loe and is currently being worked on by the Environment Agency (to help with flooding).  Somehow as I crossed the shingle bar (not my favourite surface for walking on) I got the sense that it wasn't anything like I had expected.  I'm not actually sure what I expected - maybe a bit more vegetation?  Of course being a dynamic shingle spit that was probably unrealistic.

Anson Memorial
As I crossed I came upon a couple of ladies who were heading in my direction and with whom I would play cat and mouse for some time.  I allowed them to pass me as I wandered over to the monument just the other side of Loe Bar. This memorial was to the 100 or so people that perished when HMS Anson was beached in a storm in 1807.  The locals were unable to help anyone from the ship at the time and as a result of this incident Henry Trengrouse devised a safety system based on a rocket and line that could be fired from ship or shore to help with future rescues.

Orchid
The next stretch of coast had clearly taken a bit of a pounding as chunks of cliff were missing and I again had to take some diversions to negotiate it.  One section took an inland bridleway and I had to be sharp eyed to notice the route back to the coast path.  The ladies hadn't noticed and were too far ahead for me to call them back.  I wasn't even sure they were going my way so left them to it.  I headed down to the nearby cove and passed by a very well appointed holiday cottage with a surprising flat garden in which a rather serious game of cricket was going on.  Much to my surprise many of the players wished me a good day as I passed by and that rather boosted my spirits.  By now I was already beginning to feel the heat of the day and rather hoped that at Church Cove there might be an ice cream van or something.

Cow Parsley
I climbed up on to Halzephron Cliff and this little stretch of the path was perhaps my favourite of the entire day.  The flowers alongside the path were truly magnificent and the air was pungent with all the spring scents that vie for the attention of bee's noses.  The view back towards Porthleven and across towards Penzance was quite something too.  I took a moment to enjoy the view and refresh myself.  As I did so I got talking to another coast path veteran - a man who had walked it in both directions!  It made my effort seem rather laboured in comparison.

Gunwalloe Church
On my way down to Church Cove I both caught sight of armies of dog walkers coming up towards me from the car park below and also the two ladies I thought I had lost a while back.  They passed me at Church Cove as I took advantage of the much needed refreshment shack at the National Trust car park.  Before moving on from Church Cove I took a look at the small Gunwalloe Church that looks as if it could easily be engulfed by sand at any time.  It rather reminded me of St Piran's earlier in the walk, although this one is clearly still used regularly.

Looking Back to Church Cove
The next stage of the walk took on a new character as effectively I was skipping from cove to cove.  Each of the coves were initially popular bathing beaches (Poldhu and Polurrian) and then a small port (Mullion) and then some pretty remote and wild looking ones until Kynance.  Poldhu was the first and particularly popular.  The road at the back of the cove was completely covered in cars and every inch of verge was taken.  I was astonished at the way some beach visitors had left their cars and wondered whether any traffic warden headed this way?  If they had they would have made a lot of money from parking tickets.  Overlooking the cove was a very handsome looking building which had the resemblance of a hotel (in fact it was marked on the map as such) but actually an old people's home.  Not a bad place to serve out the last few years of your life but if I were there I would be itching to get down on that beach regularly.  Behind the home is an amateur radio club marking the point at which Marconi made the first transatlantic radio message back in 1901 - can it really be that little time ago?

Marconi Monument
I passed the ladies once again having a spot of lunch by another monument, this time to the Marconi transmission.  I had wanted to take a close up picture of the monument but couldn't really do so without including a couple of shirtless teenage boys using it as a seat and deep in conversation.  It was clear they weren't going anywhere soon!  I took the opportunity to pass the ladies and get some distance between us again.  Sadly I surrendered this past Polurrian Cove as I stopped for lunch and refreshment only for the ladies to catch up with me again.  I joked with them that they were following me - not sure the joke was understood as I finally realised that judging from their accent that they were Dutch.  Strangely I lost them completely at Mullion Cove just a little further on - I reckon they found a tea shop there.

Mullion Cove
Mullion Cove was a delight.  The small cove had been turned into a small harbour in Victorian times and this engineering somehow enhanced the place.  Just offshore is the miniscule Mullion Island - one of a number of mini-nature reserves littering this coastline.  Because they are so difficult to reach they have developed into vitally important nesting sites for seabirds and thriving havens for wildflowers.  For me the onward part of the walk was perhaps the wildest and loneliest of the day.

Mullion Island
The walkers from Mullion soon thinned out and I was left with magnificent cliffs on one side and a wide expanse of moorland on the other.  Much of the inland is actually taken up by Predannack Airfield and way off in the distance I could see the radar installations associated with the place.  I guess its presence and the preclusion of development as a result adds to the loneliness of this stretch of coast.  I crossed a couple of rocky valleys and also had to negotiate a couple of boggy areas before I decided that my feet really needed cooling off.  I took the opportunity to dunk them in a stream and how welcome that was!

Wild Coast
Eventually I found my way to Kynance Cliff and the most amazing view down towards The Lizard across Kynance Cove.  The cove itself is justifiably popular - the beach was jammed with people and many had taken the opportunity to head up the cliff and find sitting positions overlooking the view.  I clambered down into the Cove and took advantage of the cafĂ© there.  I was really quite hot and bothered by now and the cold drink I got there went down a treat.  I made my way through the crowds at the back of the beach negotiating some large rocks as I did so.  It wasn't actually very easy climbing up and away from the beach as despite the fact that it was by now late afternoon I very much seemed to be swimming against the tide - more people were heading down than going up.  Climbing had to be done gingerly too for the dry serpentine rock was extremely slippery.
Kynance Cove
The walk over to Lizard Point was fairly easy going after all the ups and downs of the coves earlier and I managed to enjoy the last hour or so of the walk without feeling the pressure of time.  The Point itself was rather full of people and I didn't linger deciding instead to push on to a viewpoint above Polpeor Cove and the former Lizard Lifeboat Station.  Clearly not used any more I was very surprised to see how long it has been closed - the last launching was in 1961!  The new lifeboat station is on the other side of the Lizard in a more sheltered spot.  It is easy to see why this more exposed location didn't work so well and it was the expense of repairs that did for it.

View From The Lizard
I finally summoned up the energy for one last push to the end of the road at The Lizard and after a brief pause to enjoy the view I decided to head up into the village and my bus back to Porthleven.  This is a bit of a tortuous route as I had to change buses in Helston - don't expect a quick journey if you take this option.  On the whole a hugely satisfying day and my decision to do this was justified despite the late hour that I got back to Tintagel.

Kynance Lifeboat Station

Monday, 11 June 2018

South West Coast Path Section 14 Tintagel to Port Isaac

Trebarwith Strand
The last really lengthy section of coast path that I have remaining is on the North Cornwall coast from Hartland Quay to Padstow and this is to be my focus for the next few trips to ensure that this wild stretch of coastline is conquered.  I was so enthusiastic to get underway with this section of walk that I left Worthing shortly after 4am so that I could get a reasonably early bus and have all day to tackle what promised to be a pretty testing section.  I didn't like the fact that the guidebook blithely mentioned that there were seven steep valleys to cross.  That to me sounded like I would have a pretty tiring section and I wasn't fooled by the modest length of nine miles.
Old Post Office, Tintagel
Having originally banked on getting a bus at around noon my extremely early start meant that I actually arrived in Port Isaac before 9am and I had quite a bit of time to kill before the first available bus.  I did toy with the idea of going over to Tintagel and starting the walk first and getting the bus later but it was a bit misty around the coast and I wanted the sun to work its magic and burn it off first.  I lingered around the part of the village where the bus stop is and although I knew that the TV series Doc Martin was filmed here I couldn't see what the fuss was about.  The village here was only mildly picturesque.  It was only much later that I realised that the picturesque part of the village was at the bottom of the hill, away from the bus stop and largely out of sight.
Tintagel Church
The bus was populated by a number of walkers all heading out for the day and it certainly promised to be a beautiful day. By the time the bus came the mist had burned off at Port Isaac.  After a rattly and bumpy journey over to Tintagel the same couldn't be said for that part of the coast.  The sun was clearly struggling to burn off the swirling cloud and as a result views of the castle and the town came and went.  I grabbed some provisions and sat at the top of the cliff above Tintagel Castle hoping that I would get a good view of it when the mist finally cleared.  I was to be disappointed - the supposed home of King Arthur never truly revealed itself and the rocky island that it sits on actually became more engulfed in cloud over time, somehow enhancing its enigmatic charm.
Youth Hostel
By now it was almost noon and I sensed that I might have a frustrating day ahead of me.  Inland the visibility was great and I could see some distance across beyond the striking church set away from the heart of the village in Tintagel.  This ancient church was built at the turn of the 11th and 12th centuries and not long after William the Conqueror came to Britain.  No doubt its location high on the cliff has acted as a navigational aid for shipping in the centuries since, although it is slightly overshadowed by Camelot Castle Hotel, a Gothic lump built high on the cliffs the other side of the village.
Boiling Sea
The walk over the cliffs to Trebarwith Strand was as good as the day got.  I was accompanied by warm sunshine, a light breeze and even the cloud kept at bay although visibility out across the sea was fairly non-existent.  This stretch of coast is known for its former slate workings and a little way from the village I passed the small Youth Hostel high up on the cliffs. Its mining heritage was pretty obvious - the buildings were once the offices of Long Grass Quarry, which ceased working in the 1930s.  I enjoyed looking at the quarry workings and especially at Lanterdan Quarry just south of the Youth Hostel.  This had a very distinctive stone pillar left behind - not sure why it was left, perhaps a result of it being unsuitable rock?
Sheer Drop
Soon enough I had the wonderful view across Trebarwith Strand, a very popular beach hereabouts.  I wasn't to know it at the time but this was to be my last view of the day.  On the other side of the valley (not one of the seven referred to in the book incidentally) a finger of cloud was extending across the highest part of the ground.  Little did I know that this finger of cloud actually masked a fog bank on the other side of the hill and this would largely envelope the cliff line all the way to Port Isaac.  So much for my sunny spells weather forecast!
Pipe
At the bottom of the hill I dog legged around the Port William pub, which seemed to be doing a roaring trade on this Sunday lunchtime.  Those sitting outside certainly had a bit of a sun trap and a great view out towards Gull Rock, looming out of the mist offshore.  I was now confronted by my first climb of the day up to Dennis Point and it was certainly a testing start with steps helping me ascend what was quite a stiff climb.  At the top I was soon enveloped by cloud and it was impossible to see more than about 10 metres.. I hoped to goodness that the mist would dissipate but to my annoyance it soon became clear that it intensified on the other side.  Given the task ahead I wasn't sure whether this was a good or a bad thing.  The first valley was certainly quite tough going as I zig-zagged to the bottom.  I had passed a couple going up the hill out of the pub and felt their presence going down the other side. I'm not sure if it was their presence or not being able to see the scale of the task ahead of me but it didn't seem too bad.
Valley Bottom
The distance to the next valley was further than I thought and it felt good to get a bit of distance under my feet before the next descent and climb.  The mist threatened to clear too and certainly above head height I could see blue skies and sunshine above.  Sadly everything below that level including the area below the cliff line was completely blanketed in cloud.  This made for a memorable walk although for all the wrong reasons!
Swirling Mist
The next descent was a lot more modest as I traversed the valley protected by a small heavily eroded pyramidal peak known as 'The Mountain'.  A slightly grandiose name considering its size but it certainly did look like a miniaturised mountain in appearance.  It certainly looked a bit ghostly in appearance as it loomed out of the mist.  As I crossed the top of the valley I passed by a number of young people all heading down to the beach with their dog.  I don't know why but I suddenly thought of the Famous Five as they did so - something to do with the misty atmosphere I guess...
Gorse
After that the walk was generally only punctuated by passing equally frustrated walkers all feeling stymied by the weather.  It wasn't bad in the context of walking - in fact the mist had a cooling effect that helped with the heat of the sunshine above.  It was just frustrating in that there was only pain from hereon - no gain in terms of seeing a fantastic view.  There was another fairly lengthy walk along the cliffs to the next valley but after this they came in fairly quick succession.  Between the third and fourth valleys I took a wrong turn when I inadvertently followed a set of walkers through the mist inland and away from the coast path. My mistake only became evident when I caught up with them and in conversation I realised they were going a different way from me!  I retraced my steps and soon found the way I was supposed to go - I'm not sure I would have made this mistake in better visibility and that was a lesson to me.
Rare Clarity
I largely checked my progress on counting valleys and was mightily relieved when the seventh came up.  Perhaps the lack of visibility helped in a way - it was pretty tiring with the constant ups and downs but I still felt pretty good when I got to Port Gaverne.  Here there were plenty of people still up for watersports and beach activities in spite of the gloom.  I rounded the beach and headed up to Port Isaac feeling frustrated and badly in need of an ice cream for all my hard work.  Luckily the village delivered on that front!
Engulfed
It is difficult to say how this section compares with others due to the weather conditions.  I would say that the modest distance is enough for a single day due to the constant climbing and descending in steep sided valleys.  It might be a section that one day I will re-do during more favourable conditions (there are a few other sections that I have earmarked to do the same).

Saturday, 19 May 2018

Verona

Amphitheatre
I had heard that getting to Verona from Venice was quite easy and once I heard that I wanted to explore there too; perhaps it is the influence of Shakespeare?  It was easy thankfully - only an hour and 20 minutes by regional train from Venice (it is quicker but far more expensive on the Inter-City).  Upon alighting from the train we made our way to Piazza Bra, perhaps the focal point of the city and certainly a good place to start any walk.  I am not sure this is a comprehensive tour of the city - a lunchtime pizza and beer might have been responsible for missing off a few crucial places.  It was fun to look around the old city though.
Castle and Bridge
With our back to the amphitheatre we headed down the street opposite to our first port of call - the large and imposing castle on the banks of the River Adige. We paused our walk at this point so that we could go inside the castle.  Inside was an exploration of some of the history and art of the region and we had some interesting commentary describing some of the main features.  It also provided the opportunity to climb high up on the castle walls to see the view that the defenders would have had way back when.  It was certainly easy to see why the castle was built in such a strategic spot.
River Adige
Once we had had our fill of art we pushed on and next port of call was the large footbridge that was part of the castle complex reaching across the river.  There was little to explore on the other side but we did get a better view of both bridge and river.  It was difficult to tell which parts had been restored after the war, but inevitably it had been badly damaged by the retreating Germans. Having explored this fascinating old bridge we moved on and the next sight was just the other side of the castle; a rather strangely placed victory arch.  I say that because I would have expected such a feature to be a triumphal entrance to the city but it seemed to be only a decorative piece with no particular function standing by the side of the river.
Victory Arch
We continued down the same street which was flanked by some very handsome looking buildings.  I was surprised that the city streets didn't seem to be too clogged with traffic, which was quite a relief.  We eventually got to Porta Borsari, a remarkably preserved gate dating from Roman times that was quite rightly attracting a good deal of attention.  Beyond here the walking was along a pedestrianized street and we started to think about lunch after our early start and the walking around the museum that we had done all morning.
Porta Borsari
Lunch was taken in one of the many restaurants in the Piazza Delle Erbe (Square of the Herbs) and our view across the square was a joy while we had our lunch.  A market was in full swing in the middle of the square and the hubbub it was creating was very pleasing.  We determined to take a closer look afterwards and the array of produce, luxury food items, clothing and souvenirs were quite bewildering.  We enjoyed milling around for a while after lunch but didn't actually purchase anything as we would have had to carry it with us all day.
Piazza Delle Erbe and Torre Dei Lamberti
We next went to the Torre dei Lamberti, the largest tower in Verona.  In a bid to lose some of the calories from our lunch we climbed the stairs to the top of its 84 metre height.  The view from the top was magnificent and well worth the climb.  Some of the more obvious sights in the city can be seen from here including the amphitheatre, the modern day football stadium that houses Hellas and Chievo and the other smaller towers that pepper the city.  We lingered for a while making sure to take in the view from all four sides of the viewing platform high above the city.
Market
At the bottom we also had admission to the art museum and so we spent a bit of time looking around there too.  I cannot say that I enjoyed most of the art but there were a couple of pieces that really caught my eye at the far end of the gallery.  There was also an interesting display about the fragility of the earth that was quite thought provoking.

Tower View
At the end of our tour we found ourselves in the Piazza Dei Signori where there is a statue of a famous poet taking pride of place in the heart of the square.  This was not Shakespeare though, despite his connections, but perhaps the most famous Italian poet of them all Dante.  At the far end of the square we took a look at the Scaliger Tombs, some rather overblown looking gothic mausoleums containing the relics of some of the most important Veronese families.
Scaliger Tombs
Although the last few sights had had modest numbers of visitors we could perhaps have expected that the next place would be rammed.  We walked the short distance to Casa de Giulietta, the supposed house of Juliet from the famous Shakespeare play.  It was thronged with crowds especially to see the statue of the young girls outside.  Apparently her right breast will bring luck to anyone who rubs it and as you might expect it was highly polished compared to the other one!  Inside the building was just as crowded and we refrained from standing on the famous balcony on the way up, hoping for it to be less crowded on the way back down.  We were completely wrong on that front - when we came down from looking at the upper floor rooms there were twice as many people!

Dante
Our last destination was the famous amphitheatre.  I don't know why because I have previously been to the Coliseum twice but I always wanted to go there.  During the summer months it still hosts concerts and opera - these must be amazing experiences in this most atmospheric of arenas.  We headed down the main shopping street of Verona in order to get there.  The throngs of visitors and array of interesting shops contributed towards us taking our time over walking to the Amphitheatre in Piazza Bra.
Shopping Street
Once inside the arena it was everything I imagined.  Elliptical in shape and easily walked around in a few minutes its scale was nonetheless most impressive.  The arena was being readied for the summer season and at ground level carpenters and joiners were readying the wooden decks and stage for the forthcoming shows.  I really liked the fact that even after all these years the place has a purpose beyond just being ancient and a cool place to wander around.  The arena can hold an impressive 22,000 people for one of these shows. Artists of the calibre of Maria Callas, Dire Straits, Rod Stewart and Sting have all performed here. I did take the opportunity to walk the circumference of the arena at the highest level.  The views both inside and out were quite something and it is well worth doing this if you come.
Inside the Amphitheatre
Sadly the amphitheatre marked the end of our short city walk but it was perhaps the most appropriate climax to our visit.  By the time we got to this point we were pretty satisfied with our visit and we wandered across Piazza Bra, enjoying the architecture of the surrounding buildings as we did so.  The walk back to the station took only another 15 minutes and passed by Porta Nuova as we did so.  This city gate is at the heart of a massive roundabout and although I tried hard to get a good photo of it, I found it impossible due to the weight of traffic and numbers of big lorries and buses that kept getting in the way.  Our train was waiting and that seemed rather more pressing to get to.
Piazza Bra
Verona is delightful and well worth more than the day we devoted to it.  There were buildings that we didn't really do justice to, or even get to at all, but we did feel as if we caught the essence of the place.  We will certainly be back, of that I am sure.

Thursday, 3 May 2018

A Day in Venice

Gondolas
I have been to Italy a number of times but never Venice.  One thing I am always struck with Italian cities is how walkable they are but with Venice walking is pretty much the only way to get around the historic main part of the city.  This walk is a loop of approximately 6 miles through the historic part of the city and hopefully capturing most of the major sights on the main island (Centro Storico).  We were only here three days but this walk can easily be done in a lengthy day with plenty of shopping opportunities, a leisurely lunch and even a gelato!  The inspiration for this walk came from a website I found before I went but I cannot actually remember which one as the map went missing after we had finished it.  I did take notes on the way round so I remembered where we went though :)
St Mark's Square

We started our walk in the Piazza San Marco, perhaps the most famous of all the sights in Venice. It certainly is a hub for tourists and the queues to get in the Basilica di San Marco can be enormous.  The square is dominated by the Basilica and is surrounded by the enormous Campanile (bell tower), Palazzi  (palaces)and the Torre dell’Orologio (the Clock Tower). The latter reminded me of the one in the children's TV programme Trumpton and perhaps was the inspiration? Interestingly the campanile is not as old as it looks - it was rebuilt completely in 1912 after the collapse of the previous one in 1902. Before embarking on our walk we had a good look around the square and enjoyed its ambience.  It was still fairly early in the day and although some of the eateries had ensembles playing outside it was still a bit early to think about lunch and none of us wanted to spend 11 Euros on an espresso.  The square itself wasn't too busy but the main buildings already had sizeable queues so we didn't linger. 
Ready For The Lunch Trade
From St Marks Square we gravitated towards the water just beyond the Doge's Palace.  As its name suggests this was once the residence of the Doge of Venice (the chief magistrate and leader of Venice).  The building is one of the most famous in Venice and parts of it date from the 1300s.  Since the 1920s it has been one of the most visited museums in the city and definitely one for next time!  Ahead of us was the Bacino Di San Marco, a riot of water-borne activity with gondolas, water buses, water taxis and all manner of other boats vying for space on the water.  This is also one of the most famous views in all of Venice with domes, water and bell towers all competing for eye space.  This view alone tells you why so many people come to this city.
Pigeon Parlour
We walked alongside the waterfront to the Canale di San Marco and as we crossed the first canal bridge we immediately recognised the Ponte Dei Sospiri (Bridge of Sighs).  The English name for the bridge was supposedly given by Lord Byron as it describes the moment that a prisoner would see his last view of the outside world before being imprisoned in the Doge's Palace.  A nice story but apparently not entirely true as most of the prisoners were only here a short time as they were small-time criminals.
Doge's Palace
After the wide open spaces of the Square and the waterfront we plunged into the narrow streets of Venice.  The streets were thronged with visitors and the shops were all vying for the tourist Euros.  Even though I am not much of a shopper and the souvenirs on offer weren't really my thing it was a fascinating street scene and it was fun to look. We did have to decline a couple of shopkeepers eager to get us inside the shops to look more closely at their glassware and masks for which the city is famous.
Bridge of Sighs
We were soon back at St Mark's Square but this was only fleetingly as we disappeared once again into the narrow streets in the area around the hotel we were staying at. Via a number of back streets we came upon the bridge across Rio de San Zulan on the Campo de la Guerra. We saw a couple of gondolas stationed there and after a short discussion between us decided to take the expensive choice of a boat ride.  It would have been very difficult not to do this to be honest.  It was also a means of seeing the city from a different angle.  The fares are regulated by the city and it seems that no matter which gondola you take they have to charge on a scale not dissimilar to a metered taxi (albeit rather more expensive!).  The ride took us through the maze of canals in the inner part of the city before eventually coming out onto the Grand Canal by the Rialto Bridge.  Our gondola 'driver' was a chatty sort with other boats but didn't talk to us much.  It seemed as if he was too chatty for the others too - most just grunted back at him despite his enthusiasm.  An hour  later and 150 Euros poorer we were back at the same point we had embarked. Perhaps not the best value for money but an experience not to be missed.
Watery Streets
Back on the trail and this part of the walk started becoming a lot less busy as we moved away from the centre towards some of the quieter squares away from tourist traffic.  The first of the squares we came upon was the Campo S. Maria Formosa. This is a lovely airy looking square with only a moderate number of visitors, mostly looking for some lunch.  Our thoughts turned the same way!
Temptation
We crossed the square and took Calle Lunga and then turned left at Calle Pinelli. Several canals seemed to converge at this point but once across the bridge we found ourselves in another fine looking square.  The domed church alongside the square was magnificent but my eye was drawn to a rather fine looking statue of a horseman in the middle of the square.  This is the Equestrian Statue of Bartolomeo Colleoni and rather amazingly dates from the 1480s.  The statue was a condition of the will of Mr Colleoni but instead of being stationed in St Mark's Square as he requested it was placed here on the basis that no statues are allowed in St Mark's Square.  I had plenty of time to admire him as the gelato shop across the way was calling and I consumed it as I enjoyed the detail of this piece
View From Gondola Level
After lingering in the square for a while we crossed the bridge as a water ambulance sped by on its way to the nearby hospital.  It really is amazing to see so much business being conducted on the water - it never occurred to me that emergency patients would have to also be transported this way.
A Different Perspective
We soon returned to the maze of streets on our way to the Rialto Bridge, the oldest and most celebrated of the four bridges that cross the Grand Canal.  Finding our way through this part was quite tricky and we took a few wrong turns. In the end we resorted to following the numerous signs to the bridge rather than follow the route on the map.  It is really easy to lose your bearings in this tightly constructed city.  After St Mark's Square the Rialto Bridge is possibly the most famous sight in the city and was completed in 1591, replacing a number of previous incarnations.  Apparently the design of the bridge was considered to be so audacious at the time it was built that many critics predicted ruin for its architect Vincenzo Scamozzi.  Luckily no-one tried to pull it down as it is certainly a masterpiece.  Crossing the bridge isn't so easy with all the tourists looking in the shops flanking its sides but it is worth pausing here to look at the wonderful views up and down the Grand Canal.
Rialto Bridge
We headed through the throng of shoppers and day trippers attracted to the bridge and immediate surroundings and headed on towards the fish market.  There was no mistaking its purpose as there was a lingering smell but by now the day's business had been concluded as fish trading is clearly an early morning activity.
Back On The Trail
 The next part of the walk took us through more residential parts of the city as we headed away from the main tourist areas.  This enabled us to see more of everyday life such as the refuse collection and deliveries to the retailers.  The lack of roads means that most things are carried using hand carts.  The refuse collectors are clearly quite adept at handling tourists as a quick shout was all we got as they bulldozed their way through the streets.  Thank goodness we were alert to the shout - we would have been mown down otherwise!  All the while we were twisting and turning through the streets until we happened upon a lovely quiet square where we stopped for refreshments and a chance to catch our breath.  The section from Rialto crossed several of the canals that looked as if they weren't part of the tourist gondola network as they had working boats on them too.
Lunchtime
Our destination now was the Accademia Bridge, the southernmost of the crossings of the Grand Canal.  On the way we passed by the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, a magnificent church that I had never heard of before.  It boasts the second tallest of the campanile in the city (after San Marco) and it certainly induced a bit of a crick in the neck looking up at it.  Outside was a young woman busking in a most unusual way - she was playing Beethoven on jars full of different amounts of liquid to produce a very interesting sound.  She seemed to be doing quite well for a busker too - her unique approach obviously aroused a lot of interest.
Bartolomeo Colleoni
I really liked this end of Venice; less obviously touristy and a lot less busy as a result.  Yet many of the shops were selling the same kind of stuff as elsewhere.  The square at Campo Santa Margherita was particularly attractive and I could easily have lingered here for quite a while with a cold drink or a gelato if I hadn't already had both!  Fewer tourists meant that there was a better ambience about the square.   We crossed yet another canal and were in front of a much later church dedicated to the Apostle San Barnaba.  This dated from 1776 after the previous incarnation burned down. I imagine that fires could take hold extremely quickly in this city given the proximity of the buildings.  It isn't used as a church now - it houses exhibitions instead.
San Barnaba
Shortly after this church we reached the Accademia bridge.  It looked rather sorry for itself under scaffolding and sheeting while it was being restored.  The bridge looks like it gets quite a pounding as it has been restored a number of times over the last few decades. Underneath everything it is apparently quite a graceful steel structure.

Admiral's Quarters
Our walk was supposed to stick to a route as close to the Grand Canal as possible but we decided to take a different path that didn't mean that we would have to double back to this point.  Instead we headed down towards the Giudecca Canal, the main one to the south of the main island of Venice.  We looked across to the island of Giudecca where the streets looked a lot less crowded. I imagine a lot of the workers in the main part of the city actually live over there.  After the crowded streets it was very pleasant to be out on the airy promenade that takes you around to Punta della Dogana, a large building that was once the customs office but is now an art gallery.

Lunch Stop
For my money this was the best view in Venice - perhaps not the most famous but from here you can easily see Saint Mark's Square, the Grand Canal and the wider sweep of Giudecca Canal.  The sculpture atop the building caught my eye - it was a globe held aloft by a couple of slaves upon which the goddess of Fortune stands.  On this breezy day we could clearly see that Fortune moved to face the wind.  This spot was a popular one for selfies and family pictures and we made sure that we did the same before moving on.

Watching And Waiting
We got strung out a little as we headed back towards Accademia bridge, mostly as a result of window shopping.  One of our party got into a lengthy conversation with an artist who was anxious that we purchase one of his works.  They weren't remarkable to be honest but he was most insistent and not easy to break away from.  Eventually we did by gathering up together once more and moving away as one force!
Punta Della Dugano View

We were soon back at the Accademia Bridge and once we were across to be honest we headed back through the narrow streets to St Mark's Square in the quickest time possible, not really paying too much attention to the sights along the way.  The miles under our feet and the crowds had got to us a little and we were anxious to get back to the hotel for a bit of rest and relaxation.  By now we had seen all the gondolas, masks, jewellery, fountain pens and glassware that we wanted to and although those things were in abundance on the way back they had lost some of their novelty value by this point.  That is not to say that this was an unattractive section - quite the contrary.  It was just as remarkable as the rest of the city and deserved far more attention than we gave it.  Eventually we got back to St Mark's Square and by this point it was far busier than when we left it several hours earlier.
Back to St Mark's Square

Venice is an amazing city and this walk will certainly provide a pretty comprehensive tour of the main part of the city.  It probably deserves far more time though and I shall certainly be back one day to take another look.