A day of huge weather contrasts. This at Porthallow (Roo looking rather Captain Scott-ish)

To this, pre-pizza at Falmouth:

The walking was mostly tarmac today. I made the terrifying mistake of assuming that B roads would be quiet…

We’re too early in the year for the ferry that takes you over the river (rather than all the way round and up to the nearest first crossing point) to Falmouth, so we took a taxi into town.

We’re tucked up in bed at a BnB above a pub. Roo is being very grumpy about “the noise drunk people make”. At 7:30pm. On a Tuesday..

Roo says: “We stayed at a good inn, took a taxi, stayed in another inn and had pizza at the best Pizza Express ever.” Glad the whole experience is really sinking in then…!