As is becoming routine, wake up,get my rattling bones out of bed, open the curtains in anticipation,and today very foggy, maybe rain temporarily gone again. While having my usual English breakfast, which I need to stop doing,the fog lifts and blue skies. Some clouds and light winds. After being dropped back to the red barn hotel in Woolocombe by a kind lady who was also at breakfast, which meant I cheated a mile, as I should have started at the beginning of town. Never mind, this will count for the wrong turns I’ve made, and I’m walking 32ks today as I can’t find any accommodation in between. Setting out of Woolacombe beach was a lovely feeling. With a chill in the air,sun shining, there was no shortage of families frolicking and children building sand castles along the beach enjoying the last day of their long weekend. As I started my climb up the headlands,I met an english couple walking their last day before heading back home to Sussex. This is how most people walk the south west coast path. As they have a few  days off, they bus back to where they finished. It can take them several years to complete.I walked  through many fields and watched the cows grazing and got up close to the coast up high and then down again to walk along what appeared to be a surf beach. Many people in the water, some with surf boards, however, it didn’t appear to be much surf. Lots of surf hire equipment, including wet suit hire. Twenty pounds to hire one. I guess that’s cheap compared to ending up with brass monkeys.I again, as I do at least once a day, found my way off the track. I ended up in some huge estate. Massive house with huge ponds and waterfalls. As I tried to find my way out of there, I imagined being shot at by some angry  aristocrat,or being set upon by some hungry hunting dogs. After ten minutes, I found a fence I could scamper over, and safely back on my way. As I walked away from my wonderous estate, two young boys approached me and asked if that was my residence. I answered that if that was my residence, I would be leaving by a rolls, not climbing a fence with a pack on my back looking like an old swaggy. After climbing one more solid hill, the rest of the day was on country tracks and reasonably level ground apart from some mud from the rain that fell the day before.