Rain, Gooks and Drinks with a Special Friend: Looe - Crafthole

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I've been trying to add some videos but then the blog takes forever to post, if at all. So sorry, may have to stick with the pictures and there are not many of them today because the weather turned lousy.

It started to cloud over as soon as we started walking and then it rained for the rest of the day. It meant that we could try out our cool yellow ponchos - should have taken a picture but didn't want to get the camera wet - they really are outrageous. Didn't wear them for long and Curt binned his almost immediately.

I did take a picture of this cool labyrinth on the side of the hill. Supposedly an ancient symbol that shows up in many different cultures and as far back as 10,000 years ago. In Celtic terms it signifies water. I walked round it a few times hoping it would keep our good luck going.




And here's a picture from yesterday (Lantic beach) as it's pretty beautiful:



I think my metabolism is slowly returning to normal. Since we started walking I have been absolutely ravenous. I usually eat a lot anyway when I first get to England because I am tempted by the newness of the food (pasties, creamy cornish ice creams, scones, jam and clotted cream - yum) but I'm sure I wouldn't normally feel the need to stop at every cafe. I have even managed to put on weight. I know a lot of this is muscle weight. Because OMG my calves are enormous. Medically speaking it's my tibialis anterior muscle - the only muscle in my body that i do not wish to develop. Poor Curt is not getting a tan as he always walking in the shade of my calves and tibialis anterior! But anyway, over the last couple of days my appetite seems to have settled down and I might even be noticing a decrease in my waist line. I mean, how can I walk all this way and not lose weight?

Whilst discussing my body, it's worth noting that luckily I seemed to miss out on the first stage of blisters but there is a little know second stage of blisters that occurs after successive days of walking and I am getting these. Hard skin starts to form on your heals and balls of feet, this then forms new creases where blisters develop. Really annoying and hard to treat because it has nothing to do with my boots or rubbing.

At a little village called Portwrinkle (very odd names down here - Clittiswood, Shag Rock, Cunnimall beach to name a few) we found a phone box. One of those traditional red ones, that looked surprisingly delightful to us despite the outrageous collection of spiders and webs, sweet wrappers, rotting pieces of pasty stuck to the receiver and that distinctive disgusting phone boxy smell. Then ensued the comical scene of us both trying to squeeze into the phone box to escape the rain until we realized it wasn't happening with our packs on. Once securely in we phoned my friend Pete and because it was raining, he wasn't out climbing and was, at very short notice, available to join us at the Finnygook pub up the road in Crafthole!

The Finnygook (named after Finny the smuggler and gook for his ghost that haunts Crafthole) was a lot better than the phone box. It had an open fire, good beer, nachos (a bar snack that seems to be getting popular over here) and rooms available. We took the last room for the very decent price of £45. Had a wonderful time with Pete and then retired to the comforts of our room and watched some mindless TV until very late.







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