I left Penzance in bright sunshine and looked back over the harbour, as I turned the corner of the coast I finally after ten months walking saw a pair of Dolphins swimming just offshore. I had always just missed them in Wales and I’d given up hope of seeing any.
Almost straight after was the old Penlee lifeboat station with its sad memorial to the lifeboatmen who died in the disaster of 1981. The thing that caught my eye was that within two days they’d had enough volunteers from Mousehole to have a complete replacement crew.
I also learned that you pronounce Mousehole ,muzzle.
The rain of the previous days had made the path muddy with streams running down it. This made for slower walking but the views more than made up for it. I didn’t have time to visit the Minack open air theatre but the views from the cliffs and coves was compensation enough.
The path ascended and descended with increasing frequency and as the darkness descended finding a camp site was proving to be a problem as the ground was either path or bracken and whichever it was wasn’t flat.
Finally as darkness fell I found a flat grassy spot under a protective thorn tree and soon had my tent up and some tea brewing.