As predicted, at 07.40 dad started to repack his rucksack ready for the taxi arriving at 09.30 to take us back to the delights of Praze An Beeble, where after yesterday's comments, we were very nearly run out of town.

The original plan was to walk an 8 miler today and a 9 miler tomorrow to Truro, to give us a better chance of walking us in, and to get past the notorious third day. But dad decided to ignore all that, and to make for Truro tonight. Bless!

It actually has been a beautiful day, plenty of sunshine, with some mist and a light breeze to keep us cool. We've done a lot of road work today, and they being Cornish roads, with high sided walls, we have had to be satisfied with the French windows full of view, that we get every time there is a gateway. There's been plenty of those with incidental entertainment, such as the gentleman, singing opera to his pigs, the bat having a really good fly around in the middle of the day, and mum washing her boots in a ford before remembering that she had already removed her gaiters!

The hotel is blissful. Mum is ecstatic - she has her bath, first one since leaving home, a wash service, and a lovely comfy bed. Dad's discovered a satisfactory wine list to keep him happy, and me, well I've got my bed and a nice big bowl of Burns. Mum says she might just give my paws a little massage with some butterbalm so that should be nice.

So we are now a day in hand and we are going to do a bit of Fridays walk tomorrow, which will make that a bit easier for us, and then they are talking about having a look round the cathedral (in turns- because I don't suppose I'll be allowed in) and perhaps hitting M&S for some shorts because they both forgot to pack them. Well who could have expected this weather, even in Cornwall. This time last year we were snowed in.

Keep spreading the word

M
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