It was a Sunday, and I got the bus to Camborne. The bus station didn't look very inviting, a bit dull and drab, no one about. I thought I might walk to Portreath on the coast and do a section of the coastal path. I didn't have a street map of the town so I didn't know which direction to go, no one to ask. Another bus pulled in, it said Portreath on the front, that's lucky I thought.
There was a German couple on the bus, with very big backpacks, and they got off at Portreath. Then I found they were going in the same direction as me, so we had a little chat. It wasn't long before we split up though, they were going at a slightly slower pace than me and my little day backpack. We met later on, when I stopped and they caught me up. Then again later when I caught them up.
I had a bimble round Portreath, a nice little town, then set off. Looking back as I joined the coastal path.
Checking the times on the bus shelter I found there wasn't a bus back to Carbis Bay, oh dear, buses pack up early on a Sunday. I went to the train station to see if there was a train. oh dear, no trains either. Now what. Taxi perhaps.
Well I had done the stretch from Hayle to Carbis Bay before, so there was nothing else to do but to go for it. Best foot forward and start marching, and I did, as fast as my little legs would carry me. No need to check the map, I knew where I was going.
Arrived back at 7pm. 16 miles walked that day. A relief to get in the room and put my feet up. Toodle pip. ilona
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