We take a bus to Sennon Cove, planning to walk the 5 miles to St Just. The sea is wild here!
Huge waves pounding the breakwater. Bob takes picture after picture and then a few videos.
Bob decides to get closer. I assume I'm about to witness his death and become a widow and will have to fly back with a casket.
The sign reminds us why we're here.
The path goes across the beach and then up the hill and down to the end, and around to St Just.
But every part of my legs hurts and we contemplate not hiking.
I consult the path book, hoping for some reassurance that I can do this: I'm still traumatized from yesterday's hike. There are no buses for 5 miles so there's no changing your mind.
I tell Bob I can't do it and we dump some whiskey into our coffee and lean back on a boulder and just sit there.
A Yetti for Molly!
Taking the last bus to Penzance. By not walking we'll be in time for Sunday dinner.