Actually finding a place to camp is a little like the food dilemma. If you see a flat spot you have to take it because if you don't there won't be another for miles and if you do there is invariably an absolutely perfect spot around the corner. That's the way it was tonight. We are camped on a beach just outside the seaside town of Looe and it's unusually unpicturesque. Behind us is the concrete remains of some kind of beach cafe and up on the cliffs are some gross holiday beach chalets. But it's flat and sandy soft, tucked away and we were desperate to stop - so here we are.
Today's stretch of the path was exceptionally beautiful, especially so because the weather was perfect. Very strenuous though, with steep descents and almost immediate ascents rising vertically up like a step ladder - continuing to irk curt. FYI - guide book says that once you have completed the SWCP you will have climbed the equivalent of Everest four times from sea level - so this path is definitely not easy. At least we don't need any oxygen.
Our path visited Polperro today (14 May) and think these pictures will show you how beautiful this little fishing village is.


Mr building inspector Curt Allen would not approve these 16th century sticks holding up this building:


I love being in this tent. I find it amazing that such a thin piece of material can feel so secure. It is such a lovely feeling to crawl in and lie down out of the wind and weather, knowing that I don't have to move again for at least the next eight hours. Only wish the sleeping bag wasn't so slippery as I spend most nights trying not to slip down to the bottom of the tent. My next invention will be a light weight sleeping bag made of non slippery material and a thermarest with one of those anti slip rug pads attached.
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