Ponsanooth to Godolphin Cross

At a quarter to eleven last night there were screams and squeals emanating from the tent next door. We decided that there were two possible explanations: 1) the girls were being attacked by a mad axe murderer; or 2) Jade had found a spider in the tent. Arguably in neglect of our duties, we didn't leap out of our sleeping bags to investigate but happily found both girls to be free of protruding axes this morning and thus the story of 'the biggest spider ever!' came out.

As for today, well what a miserable day! Mick's description of Cornwall's "40mph fog" may have been a bit of an overstatement for today's conditions, but there was certainly quite a degree of foginess and, with it, wind-blown mizzle.

Too wet to go without a jacket, but too warm to be comfortable in a jacket on the uphills, it wasn't the best of conditions.

With the first four miles of the day being across fields - a pleasant break from the little lanes - I opted to walk with the girls until Carnkie. Well, what an adventure we had. Deep mud was prevalent, together with obscenely tall (and often camouflaged) Cornish wall stiles, then, for added interest, there was a killer dog incident closely followed by a killer horse incident. And there was the incident involving the handle of my pole and a cow-pat, but that was purely carelessness on my part.

I left them in Carnkie, where we found Mick at the roadside, waiting exactly where he was supposed to be.

Having pitched the tents at our night-stop and had a cup of tea, our intention was to walk back to meet Jade and Becks. They must have been putting on quite a pace as we hadn't been going for much more than five minutes when we saw them coming towards us. And so, before we knew it, we were back in the tent, drinking more tea.
Only 23 miles to go...

(Sorry, not even the dodgiest of dodgy photos today. It really wasn't the weather for it.)
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