Unfortunately, Randy’s knee is not going to do it today. As much as he doesn’t want to, he will catch the bus,  and we’ll catch up later this afternoon. I walked out of the bnb at 8 am under heavy clouds, strong breeze, with an English breakfast in me, as is now definitely the norm. I walked out of the village and spotted a pilgrim about half a kilometre in front of me,and thought this could be my first victim to leave in my rear view mirror, as I knew a big day lay ahead. The walking at this stage was steep through a meadow, and the long wet grass made slow progress. After catching my young 30 year old, and nattering for a km or 2,she said I’m outa here, see you later. As she took off, I thought I’ll see if I can keep about 10 metres behind, and yeah, I was keeping up. After a couple of ks, she stopped to get a stone out of her shoe, and then I took off. Up one cliff, down another, it was relentless. By the time I had reached the sixteen km mark, I knew I needed a rest. I had also run out of water, so I knocked on someone’s door, who filled up my bottle and gave me an extra one, as it being quite warm,said I would need it, as the tough trail I was on was about to get harder with many ascents and dangerous descents. After a half hour rest and changing my socks, I was ready to go again. My 30 year old friend finally caught me as I was changing my socks. I thought I was doing ok, considering I beat her by fifteen minutes. The last 10 kms had another five cliffs to encounter. Some were two hundred plus steps going straight up, and then much the same coming down, remembering, loose slate and stone to combat. Sometimes there were built steps from timber in a very uneven format. Again, the views forward and behind were stunning, and to continually see people that look like ants in front of me, was always a haunting thought, knowing that is where I’m headed. After going hard all day, I finally reached Bocastle at four pm.I found Randy, and we then had to catch a bus to our accommodation. After a forty minute bus ride, we then had a ten minute stroll on a beautiful country road to the mill house inn. On that stroll, my body was in distress. I had a bit of a dry reach.I think a bit of dehydration, heat stroke and absolutely pushing myself beyond the limit may have had something to do with it. Twenty seven kilometres doesn’t sound a lot, but the terrain made it the hardest day I have ever encountered. Lots of local people I spoke with told me most people do this section over two days. I now understand the logic in that.I staggered up a couple of flights of stairs and fell asleep in a hot bath. Randy did the smart thing and went to the bar. I eventually got my self dressed and joined him for dinner. Eight forty that night, I was stacking zzzzzeds.