This image is truly unexceptional except for one thing. Behind that unruly bushy tree is a directional sign. Oh, you do have to have your wits about you every second:
The walk today, was, again not difficult, and it was beautiful, with a dose of dramatic scenery:
Walked across several beaches today. Very much fun. All rivers run to the sea and the sea is never full (which is really something to think about). Granted, you can hardly see the sea (it really is there) and that flowing water is not exactly a river, but still....:
Yellow:
Fistral Beach:
Today's walk is technically to Newquay, a city you don't want to go out of your way to visit. Think all of the stores on the Boston Post Road in Milford squished together, add a ton of honky-tonk, the road teaming with people, and you still do not come close. Since it is remarkably awful, one is given the choice to stay a few miles further on in quiet Fistral Beach, which is actually too quiet and mildly depressing for some unclear reason. Supplies should have been purchased in, as the guide book refers to it, the flesh pots of Newquay. But if one did not, one makes do! One can always order a cheese and pickle, as in Branston Pickle, which can be found in the British or Irish section of one's local Stop and Shop. (The original Nana loved it, by the way, and so do I!) And one will not go hungry.
All was not for naught, however, because, in Newquay, the PHONE issue finally got solved in five minutes and for abut $13.00. I had spent so much time in London and again the other day, and had so much unnecessary aggravation for a phone I may use two times while here, that I was quite discouraged, but surprise! Now All I need is to lose the damn phone! Perish the thought!
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Location:Fistral Beach
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