I woke up feeling reasonably good this morning. Amazing how the body recovers with a good sleep. The rain had gone, for how long is anyone’s guess and the wind started reasonably mild. This is compared to yesterday mind you. After a hearty full english breakfast, I left an hour earlier than yesterday, as I knew it was going to be a lot further today. The first mile was very pleasant, walking up high on a coastal path with bitumen under my shoes. Normally I don’t like walking on bitumen,but after all the moving rock and mud, it was a pleasure. Soon after, walking through the meadows watching all the sheep with their new born lambs was also pleasant. However, the mountain climbing returned. I lost count of how many times going up,then coming down. In and out of wooded tracks, becoming coastal tracks. The beauty was mesmerising, especially without the rain and fog. Needed lots of rests today. Along the coastal paths, you had to get out of the wind as it became reasonably strong. I ran into a few walkers today, which was nice. We kept passing each other as we rested at different times. The signage was much better today, and that also takes pressure away. Some people have a gps, and that helps, I load the map onto my phone, which isn’t any help at all, as when you leave the village, there is no signal. The guide book isn’t much help either, as it gives reference points like the name of a village near by, which you cannot see, and the name of a mountain. They all look the same. Some are tougher than others, that’s all I know. Well, back to the walk, the afternoon just got tougher the further I walked. Steph, pom, sounds more European with a name like that, walking with his dog. I feel sorry for the dog. The dog had his own saddle bags over him,probably carrying his cans of pal and his poop bags. Anyway, he said to me, that this afternoon we will hike up to the highest point of the south west coast path,called Hangman’s Hill. Well, for over an hour, the walk became really steep and never let up. I passed maybe 6 walkers, who in turn passed me when I would have a short rest. It was like a relay. Finally, when I got to the top, there was a pile of rocks, which I didn’t have the energy to crawl up. I could see my destination from there, and it looked tantalisingly close at the bottom of this gigantic mountain, but still a long way to go. Very steep going down a slippery rocky track. And to make it harder, there were still ascents before a really steep climb down. Finally when I got into Combe Martin, and I realised the sun was out, I gladly stopped at the icecream shop,and took a well earned break, before walking up the hill to my accommodation only five minutes away. They say, the whole of the coastal path is like walking four mount Everists, I’m sure we walked one today. The guide book says wayward marks and gentler slopes for the next stage. Mmmm, see what happens. After a hot shower, I rested for a while and found a nice pub,the dolphin,there I drank plenty of water and had a steak. The track today was so demanding, that my stomach muscles were aching after I took my pack off. Anyway, as Rob said, what some people do to have fun.