Sunday

A long lie-in and a hearty breakfast are not normal for us on a Sunday, but today was different! It was overcast with occasional little bit of drizzle in the air, so not a day to hurry. We did wander over to reception at 11.00 because there was a board out saying that there would be a guided tour of this Monument (not quite sure what more there is to see than the remains of the gun battlements that are around us, except perhaps inside the locked chapel/library, but the history would be interesting) but this campsite is a little too laid back perhaps - no-one turned up to lead it!! But John used the time very usefully by creating his 'portable waste feeder'!! The drizzle didn't come to anything, so we just did a gentle stroll in the afternoon away from the coast and up on the hills with great views towards Plymouth, but all looking rather grey.

Monday

Yet another blue sky day again. We had studied the bus time table at the roadside and also talked to someone in the cafe yesterday, so we set off with the knowledge that there would be an 81C coming at 11.24 ... it did! right on the dot. We just wanted to take the first mile and a half off the coastal walk, so showed the driver on the map where we wanted to get off - he was a bit of a joker and said he was a driver, not a navigator, but he would just follow the cliff-top. From where we started walking, we could see around all the jutting out bits to the Whitsand Bay Hotel with its grey stone tower. We wound our way round and up onto the headland of Rame Head and sat by the ancient chapel (the one we could see from the hotel) to eat our picnic . From here we could see for miles in all directions and out to sea was fascinating - all kinds of craft from little white sailing boats to the Brittany Ferry and huge Naval vessels.
Although the weather was just as sunny as last Friday, it wasn't so hot and the gentle breeze made it just perfect for a coastal walk. We continued on to Penlee Point at the entrance to Plymouth Sound and through the woods to Cawsand - what a pretty little village and beach (except it should be called Cawpebble!).





A paddle, ice creams and a relax against the rocks was a perfect ending. While watching the boats here, another naval ship headed out to sea and a submarine came in.






The bus, dead on time again, whisked us back over the hill to our western side of the peninsular in 8 minutes - it had taken us over 4 hours to walk round the edge.