Well we slept soundly for our first night back on our travels – Peggy (our Bailey Pegasus Genoa caravan) was soon warm and toasty, with everything we bought back with us (well I did have a couple of empty cupboards if you remember and we are away now for 11 months!) unpacked and safely stowed.
We awoke to a beautiful frosty, golden sunshine just appearing over the horizon, though unfortunately the sun soon retired behind grey cloud for most of the rest of the day.
At lunchtime we drove south to Crackington Haven and after a good run around on the mostly deserted, shingle and sand beach set off south along the coastal path.
Clambering up the path, you pass by what must be one of the most spectacularly located tennis courts (check out Polurrian Bay Hotel’s court too at Mullion) in the country with a panoramic view over the bay and village.
From here on the coastal path got wetter and muddier with lots of ups and downs and stretches of water logged steps to make the going quite tough – though the views are outstanding.
We had intended to walk on beyond Cambeak as there are another couple of beaches that I wanted to see (The Strand and The Strangles) just around the headland but I’m afraid the muddy path just got the better of me, so they will have to wait for another day.
After walking back down to Crackington without I’m pleased to report, ending up on my backside in the mud, we were both pretty lagged so carried on back down onto the beach for a spot of stone chasing to clean off. While on the beach the sun made a very brief, albeit weak appearance, transforming the sea from grey to green and glittering across the breaking waves – wonderful!
Two thoughts of the day:
Must take a flask out with me as having a hot drink on the beach would be quite special – there was a beach cafe open but after paying £1.50 to park the car I wasn’t prepared to pay for what probably would have been an awful cup of tea!
Need to be a bit smarter when parking the car especially at this time of year.