Roads to Kernow, where?
Heading along the beach from Lyme Regis my attention was immediately drawn to the cliffs as I heard the sound of a rockfall, a reminder, if one were needed, of the instability of this environment as the elements work to destroy that which has been created over millions of years.
I had two half-days on the coast – a taste of what was to come – before heading inland towards Dartmoor (via Exeter to see the FA Cup Final). The route leading to and leaving the National Park required walking along narrow country roads with hedges on both sides, a case of head down and swallow the miles.
I also had the misfortune of having my route blocked by military exercises taking place. Initially ignoring the red flags and declaring, “Today’s a good day to die.” I was to beat a hasty retreat on hearing the crackle of gunfire and seeing a mass of trained killers swarming up the hillside in the general direction of my path across the moor.
On reaching St Austell (mostly by road, occasionally on the coast path) and stopping for a wet break at my Dads static caravan/mobile house, I continued towards Helford Passage, again mostly by road and in the wet. It was here that the magic began for the next stage of my journey.