The midday train from London was chockers, people having to stand for the three-hour journey. I spent the time reading Jessie Burton's The House of Fortune. Checked into the Premier Inn in the centre of town and was struck by how deprived it all seemed - budget shops everywhere and lots of broken-looking people around the place. Set off straight away to catch the ferry from the Barbican to Mount Batten. Almost got the wrong ferry as I’d only seen one and they were both leaving at around the same time. Good job I asked where we were going - I’d have ended up a half hour boat ride in the wrong direction. I was a bit under the cosh time-wise as the last bus back from my destination was due to leave just before 7. I walked quickly and made it with 20 minutes or so to spare, which I used for a quick dip in the sea at Wembury beach. It was bliss after the walking. Good time of day for a walk actually, as it was cool and quiet.
The Great Mew Stone is behind me.
Prime example of wind-blown trees you get
along this coastline
Leaving Mount Batten - nice views of the bay
wherever you look.
By the end of September I’ll
have walked all 175!
My hotel room proved to be a disaster - TV not working, wifi signal kept dropping but the dealbreaker was that the aircon wasn’t working and the room was stifling. I was up and down to reception several times - they couldn’t move me as they were fully booked, and they didn’t even have a fan to give me. It was really hard to fall asleep in that heat and I laid wet towels over myself to get cool. Did eventually drop off some time after 3.
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