Tonight (Wednesday) is our last night at the Vicarage and as of now—breakfast time—we don’t know where we’re going next. My sister Janine, who plans her trips a solid year in advance, would be horrified.
Probably we should be making some plans.
Our original idea was to stay in Hartland and walk Hartland Quay, but we’ve decided against it this trip as it’s the most strenuous stretch of the 630-mile path and there are no buses if the old knees give up the ghost. Luckily we didn’t book Hartland.
So. Plan B. After talking to some guests at breakfast we decide on hitting the “start” of the South West Coast Path, which is, surprisingly, where most people start. Not us, though: we somehow got ourselves into this piecemeal way of walking the path, where we walk all different sections depending on whim or the wind or which way the buses go. Actually, there was a method, which I can easily explain, but it was obviously not very well thought out.
We book a B&B in Porlock, planning to walk Minehead to Porlock and then hopefully Porlock to Lynton/Lynmouth, and then if the stars are with us, from there to Ilfracombe. It works on paper. Probably we won’t make it and will have to come back here yet again because that’s how the “piecemeal” plan works.