Saturday, September 30, 2023

SWCP: Perranporth to Portreath

 The walking was all over by 1pm today! But only because I set off at 7.15 in the morning. There seemed to be only two options for getting back to Newquay - one at 2.40 and the other at 4.40. Both taking more than two hours! I didn’t fancy the second timing, which wouldn’t have got me back to Newquay till nearly 7pm.  So I left early enough for it to take longer than six hours (as per the guidebook) and still have time to spare. In the end I arrived just before 1. Took a punt on a three-bus journey gleaned from Apple Maps. Thought it was all a cock-up because the second bus failed to appear, and disappeared from the digital arrivals thingy. Just as I’d given up, it hove into view like a magic trick. I quickly re-jigged my journey to make a different connection and hey presto, got back to Newquay by 3.30! Hurrah for mobile apps!!! It’s difficult getting around in Cornwall because there’s more than one bus company and nobody has amalgamated all the information properly. 

There were more beautiful, pristine beaches today and they all had lots of surfers. The ascents weren’t too arduous and a lot of it was flat, but my feet and legs were quite tired by the end as I’d only sat down for ten minutes or so.

Dawn breaking over Perranporth as I left



Looking towards St Agnes

Hills carpeted in purple Heather and yellow gorse 

Mining leftovers at Trevellas Coombe 


Wheal Coates (Coates Mine) just before St Agnes

Loads of surfing going on
at Chapel Porth beach

Covered mineshaft near Porthtowan

Cornish buses have two phone chargers
on the back of every seat!!!

When I got back to Newquay I checked into my underwhelming but quiet Airbnb (an annex in somebody’s concrete front yard), went to get some stuff for dinner and stopped for a while to watch the surfing and enjoy the views along the coast. Now crossing fingers that my 8.15 taxi will show up OK to take me to the airport in the morning. 

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