The nerves settling, I set out from my cosy hideaway wearing my favourite tee shirt and shorts, and had my jumper and coat in readiness. The rain was hanging off,and the wind relatively calm. It was cold, but with my back pack on, it didn’t take long to warm up. After a half a mile walking flat, and the ocean in view,the landscape changed dramatically. Now I’m walking up the headlands on a sticky wicket from all the rain. Thanks to my walking poles and one step at a time I managed not to fall. The steeper it got, the slippier it became. It still was a lovely wooded walk. When reaching the top, it opened up. The signage was poor, and so I did take some wrong turns. With the help of locals walking their dogs, I was fortunate to always find my way back to the path. After three hours, I saw a bench and enjoyed a rest and a brew from my flask. Phone reception was poor as I tried to contact Emily. I marched on through all the gorse bushes before finally descending back down, also a slippery and tricky track. The drop off on my right side reminded me to take lots of care. The last hour, safely back on the coast, was nice, as by now,I was starting to feel sore and lethargic.I found my accommodation, dropped off my pack, then walked to Port lock weir along the beach. The gibbers made it difficult to walk. When I reached my destination, I was hoping to catch a bus back to my accommodation, however, the next bus wasn’t for another one and a half hours, so I walked back along the narrow country road. Tomorrow morning, I will bus it back to my starting point. The reason I did this, firstly, there will be a high tide in the morning, and the beach will be inaccessible. The second reason, tomorrow’s a longer stretch, so now I don’t have to do that tricky beach part. After a nice hot shower, and a pub meal, which was opposite my accommodation, I was ready to stack some zeds.