That’s where we’re headed today. Last night after dinner, nothing exciting, just relaxed, watched a bit of TV,and had a good night’s sleep 😴 . Started the day with a huge English breakfast,which included  two fried eggs, a sausage, bacon,mushrooms, baked beans, a hash brown, toast and tea. I’m thinking, eighteen relatively easy ks, is not going to walk this monster off, so I only ate half a hash brown. Maybe I should have said I left half a hash brown, as I did eat the rest. And that kept me going all day. Randy ate all his though. It’s difficult saying no to these monster breakfasts when they’re included in the price of the accommodation. At breakfast we met our first fellow walker, a lady of about 32 who had just finished part of the walk and was heading home to Newcastle in the north of England. When we walked out of our accommodation, Randy mentioned how good the weather was, he changed his mind by the time we reached out side as misty rain 🌧 and a stiff breeze welcomed us. I thought maybe shorts and singlet might not cut it, but I was ok. With in the first kilometre, I was feeling good. After a while, the misty rain dissolved, and walking was quite pleasant. Today, like yesterday, reasonably flat coastal path walking, until we missed a turn and finished the day walking a country road. Some times the signage is great, other times a bit sketchy. Probably my fault for not relating to the guide book more often. While resting and sitting on a park bench over looking the water drinking tea from my flask, we met another young lady walking the path from Holland. Married, she left her husband at home and was travelling in her camper van,moving it every two or three days to a new site and use public transport after walking for the day and morning back to her start point. She was much a free spirit as she smiled when I said it must be a dutch trait. Randy and I soldiered on for roughly another six ks and arrived at our water front inn before three. It was nice to relax for the rest of the day. Earlier in the day,whilst walking through Bideford, I called into the barber I saw last year for a haircut and beard trim. Ten quid is all it cost. Bideford is quite a large town and still growing, so it is hard to fathom why the post office has shut permanently. I thought dumb decisions like that were only made in Australia.