LXXXIX – Tresaith to New Quay

Hasteful MammalI AWOKE in Tresaith to discover that December had arrived and promptly done away with any of that blue skies and sunshine nonsense.  No, in December’s opinion, November had clearly been mutton dressed as lamb and it was having none of that. 

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LIV – Westward Ho! to Barnstaple

Hasteful MammalLAST Monday, I awoke bright and early, stretched out in an enormous bed in a rather large room and, for a moment, didn’t feel like getting up at all.  But the lure of walking beckoned, so I arose and performed my ablutions before pausing to look out of the bedroom window at a view across the River Torridge.

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XLV – Newlyn to Sennen Cove

Hasteful MammalI SPENT my seventh day in Cornwall having a day of rest, on which I took the Scillonian III over to St Mary in the Isles of Scilly, accompanied for part of the crossing by dolphins, and generally had a pleasant time chilling out on the mist-shrouded island.

But I’m not going to tell you about any of that; I’m blogging about the walks.

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XLII – Falmouth to Porthallow

Hasteful MammalAS IT’S been three weeks since I got back from Cornwall and I’ve let a number of other things get in the way, I thought it was about time I found some to write up some more of that week.

So I did…

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XXXI – Exmouth to Torquay

Hasteful MammalI WASN’T planning to walk last weekend. Instead, I thought I’d rest my tired knees, which were starting to complain, in an achy sort of way, about the billion or so steps I’ve recently forced them up and down. No, I decided, this weekend I will stay home.

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XV – Worthing to Bognor Regis

Hasteful MammalFOR yesterday’s walk, I once again stayed up all night to ensure that I could catch the earliest possible train without having to worry about snoozing through my alarm or anything. And indeed I could have caught that train had I not been distracted by something else in my tired, slightly trancelike state.

Fortunately I am no stranger to starting a walk half an hour behind schedule, my schedules being nominal at best and designed to accommodate an ambling pace. It should perhaps be no surprise then that I eventually finished my walk before sunset and a good forty minutes ahead.

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