The path goes down forever. Now we're a bit worried that it's getting dark, and that we've missed the last bus.
And then back up. But when the trail starts heading back down and around, we decide we're finished. Enough. It's raining too hard to get photos but picture this: crossing a huge cow pasture skirting between cows and animal-sized cow patties; climbing a fence into a second field; then a third and fourth. The last one has a bull and I'm terrified. Finally we find a road with not a sign of life anywhere. Eventually we flag down a car and get a looong lift to the bus stop, where we've missed the bus by 5 minutes. Luckily a kind man takes pity and offers us a ride to Penzance. We srrrive at our boarding house (AirBnB) sopping wet from head to toe, and undress in the shed. The coast path has beaten us down.
Sunday morning it's a brand new day. We take a suitcase of clothes to the laundromat.
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