Hike 5: Padstow to Trevone
It rained the entire bus trip from Newquay to Padstow, then stopped just before we arrived—when the sun blasted through the clouds—which happens to us a lot in England and for which we are grateful. This is our first walk this trip.
We're with Susanne again for the first few days. Her son is getting married on the beach in Newquay, the surf capital of Cornwall (who knew?) and through which the coast path meanders. Susanne's as eager as we are to get on the path. She suggests Padstow.
The Old Custom House in Padstow is now a grand hotel.
It's an easy-going path that wanders across fields and through tall grass and wild flowers.
It also runs right though the garden of this house. Cool.
Susanne is heading left to the main path, while Bob continues his reckless habit of walking straight out to the very edge of the earth, just to see what's there.
Love the wild grass that ripples and billows and rolls like the sea.
That's where we're heading, and we're all happy to see it, hoping it contains cider and tea and food.
That's my tea, Bob and Susanne's cider, and we all have pasties. Next step is to find the bus stop, which is almost always up a hill and is this time too, and head back to Newquay.