|Port Isaac View|
|Port Isaac Streets|
The problem with winding down on the coast is that sooner or later you have to wind up too and the other end of the cove was no exception to this. I climbed up and passed around Kellan Head where I passed a couple that had been ahead of me for some time. They were being sensible and pausing on the provided bench for a good look at the view. I plodded on, seemingly around another corner, where I came upon Portquin. I decided to stop on a bench myself at this point for the heat was starting to get to me a little bit. From here I could see both Doyden Castle and The Rumps far away in the distance. I still had a fair way to reach that point but from there the path promised to be a lot easier until the end of the day.
|Clouds Imitating Trees|
I wasn't quite done yet though - after walking around Brea Hill on the shoreward side I had to cross some sand dunes and they are always hard going. I was very aware of different sounds around me now. Far off in the distance a brass band were playing - I imagine this was in Padstow on the opposite bank. They were soon drowned out by the unmistakable thud thud thud of a helicopter and I rather hoped that this wasn't performing a sea rescue. As I got nearer to Rock the ferry then got my attention as it made the short journey across from Padstow. Having parked on the Rock side there was no need for me to use the ferry - more's the pity.