It rains the entire bus trip from Newquay (where we're staying) to Padstow (where we're hiking), but stops just as we arrive, at which point the sun blasts through the clouds. This happens to us a lot in England and we are grateful.
We're with Susanne again for the first few days of this trip. Her son is getting married on the beach in Newquay, which is the surf capital of Cornwall (who knew?) and through which the coast path meanders. Susanne is as eager as we are to get on the path.
We're with Susanne again for the first few days of this trip. Her son is getting married on the beach in Newquay, which is the surf capital of Cornwall (who knew?) and through which the coast path meanders. Susanne is as eager as we are to get on the path.

We stop at the first pub we see and order Cornish pasties and cider and then Cornish ice cream. While we eat we study the map and realize we were looking at the wrong map the entire time we rounded the corner at the top of the path. I have tea, Bob and Susanne have ciders, and we all have pasties. Our next step is to find the bus stop, which is-—as almost always—up a hill.