Much ado

What the hype was about this section, I have no idea. There were no cliff edges that made you gulp. The wind was strong, but not blow-you-off-the cliff-strong. There were steep climbs and steep descents and climbs and descents, but they were not endless. A few directional challenges, but I am, at last becoming clever with the GPS, so no 45 minute "detours" to enrich the distance. In fact, I would have been happy to keep going today!! 12 1/2 miles, a pittance.

The water was silver and the sun was shining. It really was:




Often, while I am walking, I think about the making of this path and the many many others in the UK. The planning and design and the physical work to clear mile after mile of ground in difficult terrain just so that people can WALK! Hardly ever do you have to walk on a road. That this particular route hugs the coast line every inch it can is marvelous.

Steps:



Many many steps are held in place by a piece of wood that is anchored at either end by two iron rods. I cannot imagine the digging and measuring, smoothing, hammering to get it right.

Why did I take this picture?


Oh, yes! One passes just under that projection, which does not look as "it is right over your head" as it really is.

A sight:





Looking across towards Rock (that is the name of a town) one sees these strange pits in the middle of people's lawns:



They are depressed patios so that homeowners can sit outside and bar-B-Q or whatever while the wind is being very windy. Attractive they are not, but function before form.

Red and grey shoal:



Towards the end of the walk, there were so many dogs I cannot tell you. Dogs tripping over dogs. Dogs everywhere. One lady's dog kept running off. She had this horrible, obnoxious high-pitched whistle that she blew in a certain rhythm, several times, after which she would yell, "Oscar! Oscar!" Then she would blow the bloody whistle again and again, but no Oscar! I think Oscar hated that whistle, and maybe her, too! (Good boy, Oscar! Good boy!)

First ferry ride! From Rock to Padstow, but these folks are going from Padstow to Rock. Such is the way of things:

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