The cost of the Place ferry was rather more than I expected for such a short trip. It seems they cater more for day trippers than single fares for the day return was very little more and represented much better value. No matter the cost though - I always think that the sections that include a ferry ride are that bit extra special and this was no exception. As with yesterday it looked to be a nice hot day coming up and I was rather glad of the shade afforded to me on the opposite side.
|St Anthony's Church|
|St Mawes Castle|
|St Mawes View|
After my good deed I plodded on eastwards. The next few miles to Portscatho were relatively easy walking and this was the perfect antidote to yesterday's exertions. Away from the estuary and the coast had a more familiar look - rocky cliffs, impenetrable sandy beaches that could only be reached by boat and lengthy views along the coast. I soon got into my stride and it felt good to have a little breeze in my face and plenty of life in the legs once again. After about a mile I passed by a familiar couple - the very same that I had seen on the other side of the peninsula. Theye were clearly doing the circular walk based on the old fort that is advertised in the guide book. A good choice I thought - they were clearly enjoying their adventure as they were in good spirits as they greeted me once again.
A bit further along I had an encounter with something less welcome. I became aware of a small helicoptor that was taking off, flying a loop of about a mile radius and then landing. It was annoying once but after the sixth time I was going spare. I couldn't get past this area fast enough! I guess it was flying lessons or taster flights maybe?
|St Anthony's Lighthouse|
After meandering around ripening corn fields and up and down the undulating coast I came to Kilgerrin Head. The onward view from here was quite spectacular and I took the opportunity to pause here for a while and just admire it. I was pleased that I had brough binoculars with me for it gave me the opportunity to view some of the more distant places that could just be picked out. In particular I was quite excited to see Rame Head way off in the distance. I stayed for quite a time until a young family came along. I sensed that they wanted my seat and as I had been there a while I took my leave of it much to their relief. I reckon they had wanted it for their picnic.
For the most part the rest of the walk was through bracken and bramble bushes and apart from the odd glimpse out it was a bit of a trudge. I focused on the white house that I had parked close by and eventually I got there after much undulation of the route. Although each of the hills were quite small and easy going the combination of them were quite energy sapping and I was pleased to reach journey's end. My first glimpse of Roseland was lovely and I certainly had the appetite for more - the onward route would have to wait until tomorrow though and that will be the subject of my next blog entry.