After mueseli and yoghurt for an early breakfast, I didn’t think I would last the day without more fuel. The taxi picked us up at 8am and took us for the thirty minute trip to Port Isaac, where our walk would commence today. Luckily, there was a bakery open, so i bought a large famous Cornish pasty and a ham,tomato,and cheese sandwich. The morning was quite cool, and clouds covered the sky. The cliffs were still daunting, and my body was coping, not going at too hard a pace. We met a mother and son that were young and fit, and thought they would leave us behind. That did not happen. We passed, they passed, we passed and never saw them again. As the morning wore on, the clouds gave way for the sun, and it got hot, really hot. The coastal path offers no shade, so I put my hat on for the first time in years. The cliffs became less steep, which made walking a lot more enjoyable. There were now beaches and people were a plenty. Also, as the tide was out, we were able to skip the headlands and walk on mostly firm sand. The walk today finished with a ferry ride to the village of Padstow,a really quaint lovely old fishing village. The room in this old building had been modernised as lots have. The stairs in these buildings are still the same, usually very narrow and very steep. Lucky enough on this occasion, we only had one flight. Also there was a huge living room with a large TV. After a couple of beers and a yummy pizza that the lady in the bar organised from another business, I fell asleep watching Wimbledon.