Par then Fowey
This morning Chris, the boys' cousin, arrived in Mevagissey after travelling down from London on the night train. We all met up after breakfast and walked through the town looking for food to take with us for our lunches before setting off along the path. At the start of the walk the weather was grey and it got progressively worse as we made our way along the ups and downs of the headlands and valleys.
We took a welcome break at lunch time and made sure that we topped up our fluid levels - there's nothing worse than becoming dehydrated when you're exerting yourself.
By the middle of the afternoon the mist had thickened, a strong wind had started to blow and it started to rain. Once we had reached Par it wasn't a difficult decision to make for us to finish the walk from Par to Fowey by bus.
Grey and wet. Another down and then another up.
The old guy on another steep climb up.
At the end of the day a celebratory pint was appreciated by all. Once we arrived at Fowey we settled in to our accommodation and then went out in search of a place for our evening meal. After finding a suitable restaurant and having enjoyed our meal Gareth and Chris went off to explore some of the local watering holes while Kristen and I went back to our rooms in the B&B. Later I went down to the bar to find a WiFi connection and ended up spending an interesting an fun evening chatting with two ex-pat Americans from New York and two band members who were performing in town.
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