Poor Emily, although the weather didn’t stop us from enjoying ourselves, the sun here makes the world of difference. This morning, after a full English breakfast, I started out for my twenty kilometre hike which  included some rugged cliffs with very narrow stony paths that were very steep going up and down. Thankfully there were also flat sections along the ridges of some of the cliffs. There was lots of antiquated infrastructure from the tin mines that used to operate along this coast line about one hundred years ago. I didn’t see many people today. Some locals walking their dogs, and a young couple walking the coast path. There was a lack of signs on today’s route, so luckily I kept the young couple within eye contact. As I was leaving Driftwood Spas up a steep single lane road, I asked a local, to make sure I was heading in the right direction. He said I was, and in about two hundred yards, it’s going to get real tough. With that, he gave this evil laugh  and drove off down the hill,I then quietly put my tail between my legs and thought, what a nasty man. He was right, and what made it worse, as I’m climbing up this steep cliff, with a very narrow path, a dog came running down from the top, stopped three metres in front of me, and had a shit,and believe me,it stunk worse than one of my grand kids. I won’t mention which one. As I’m stumbling trying to get around the road block, the owner caught up and also laughed 😅. I was happy to get away from there. I reckon that other bloke put a curse on me. Anyway, I continued on,stopped for about half an hour for a cuppa and a piece of toast left over from breakfast at a little beach with a carpark in the middle of nowhere called Chapel Porth. As isolated as this beach was, the only flat land was where the carpark was, and you had to pay one pound per hour for the privilege of swimming there. There were a few people there,and even on a sunny day, that still was reasonably cloudy, most people wear wetsuits as the water is still quite chilly as we know it in Queensland. Some more stiff climbing and downing, past a big dome that was fenced off, some radar thing I think, and descended into the small fishing hamlet known as Portreath. My inn being at the middle of this hamlet was a nice surprise not having to find a bus or taxi to get to enjoy my break until tomorrow. I had a sneak preview of tomorrow’s walk, not looking easy, I’ll tell you tomorrow.