Wednesday, 19th August, Black Rock to Marazion, 18.81 miles
Despite it being our last full day on the road, I am not rushing to get out of bed this morning. I found it difficult to get to sleep last night because all I could think about was the burning sensation on my legs from my unceremonial dunking in the stinging nettles yesterday until I remembered I had some anti-sting cream in my bag. Luckily it wasn’t the bag in the barn but the one I had brought inside and after rooting about in the dark I managed to put my hand on the tube of soothing ointment.
There is a knock on my door, Sue has brought me a cup of tea. What a luxury! We won’t be going anywhere fast this morning as I watch the rain lashing down the windows, the glorious views of yesterday obliterated by thick fog. Sue has said she would like to bring the dogs and walk with us a little way. Really, I ask…in this weather? She insists and we set off at about 10, later than our usual departure. She comes nearly as far as Nancegollan before heading back.
We cross the B 3302 appropriately at White Horse and somewhere between here and Ruthdower, we come across this clock tied onto the sign post. I’ve walked past it before deciding to go back and take a picture of it. Not only is it a little odd to say the least but I somehow have the feeling it could be significant and worthy of the effort of taking a picture in the rain which is problematic. The button on my iPhone doesn’t function with wet fingers and there is nowhere to dry them which is why there are fewer pictures on rainy days.
Just before Godolphin Cross, I change maps to our final and most familiar, Lands End map. Faye, from Tommy’s yard, has texted me to ask where we are and if there is anything she can do for our arrival home. I tell her we are having a lunch break and will be home in a couple of hours, and to chill the bubbles.
I only realise we have gone a couple of miles off track after taking a wrong turning when I don’t recognise where we are. It is galling to have to backtrack when we are so close to home and puts an extra hour at least onto our journey. The result of taking my eye off the ball as we have not strayed so far off course in all the miles we have covered since we began.
Anyway, back on track, after nearly getting mown down by a motor cyclist coming towards us on the bridle path,
we pass St Hilary school and begin the final long lane towards Tregurtha Farm and Tommy is steaming down the lane, there is Faye, Mike and Sue coming to meet us and walk the final few hundred yards with us. What a moment. (Tommy’s not too impressed with Mike’s poo bag!)
Then the field mates, reunited once more, we leave them to get reacquainted while I don the fetching plastic bags (Sainsburys, of course) for a few tales to tell myself over a celebration glass of fizz. Mike says they can all sleep well in their beds now we are home. Thank you special welcoming committee, it meant so much to me. X And relieved to see my little friend Indie has survived her encounter with a car. Adorable dog.
Three swallow babies to admire in the nest on the rafters in Tommy’s stable and after Faye has kindly given me a lift home, the first ever cluster of blueberries on my bush! Abandon wet clothes, a soak in my bath and I too sleep well in my own bed. Bliss. Looking forward to tomorrow and our final ride to St Michael’s Mount.