Woke up this morning, and the sun was peering through the curtains. I jumped, well that’s how it appeared, and opened the curtains saw blue skies. Wow, how lucky for the people’s long weekend. After my English breakfast, which maybe I shouldn’t do every day, I shook away the pains and set off for a day, that,according to the guide book would be easier than the day before. It only needed one less hangman for that to happen. Today’s stage,was actually one mile longer, and the total ascent was 3345feet,which was 900 feet less. After yesterday’s epic and legs still feeling like jelly, not sure after reflecting on the day, how that was easier. The magic of today was the views under blue skies, the amount of locals out walking their dogs, who would stop and have a chat, wishing you success and telling me of some of the sections they have walked. Also for the first time, actually walking through a village and caravan park and not much mud.Watching all the kids playing chase and the campers every where. The whole place was buzzing with warmth and excitement. Back to the track, a fair section today had steps built made of sleeper risers, probably because of erosion. It made it tough as these steps were very uneven from movement from the weather over time, and to having to go up or down, sometimes 100 odd steps, I certainly rested for minutes on getting to the top or the bottom. When I reached Woolacombe,I was to ring the host of my accommodation, as with the long weekend, I couldn’t get accommodation in the village. Where I’m staying, is about ten minutes away. I was supposed to walk another ten minutes to the end of town, but I rang as soon as I got to the beginning, as by then, the sticks were holding me up vertical. I’ll do that last bit on Monday.