Log No 275. Sat 5th Apr 2014 - East Portholland to Carlyon Bay, 15 miles (4189 miles walked)

All day yesterday I had a sore spot on the ball of my right foot, I had thought it was just a hot spot but it was a blister, I can't remember when I had the last one it was that long ago.

I didn't get the log finished last night so it was a late start this morning by the time I got it uploaded to the website, getting away at 09.10.

Mick was joining me today for 10 days walking and I was looking forward to meeting him at the campsite.

It was a damp, misty morning with no views as I went round Dodman Point, if I had made it this far yesterday there were plenty of good pitches for the tent, it was a flat headland.

That couldn't be said for the land shortly after that, it was back to being a roller coaster.

Coming into Gorran Haven at 10.30 I was tempted to stop in a cafe but with the late start I pressed on, I hoped to get to the campsite for 15.00.

I was expecting the mist to lift but it actually started raining, I had only put my leaky, lightweight jacket on and by the time I got to Mevagissey to find a shelter to put my proper waterproof on my t-shirt was wet.

It was a pity the mist was spoiling the views because it looked quite a dramatic coastline.

The Coast Path briefly took to the road at Pentewan to get round the large holiday park.

I had come to realise that my 15.00 finish was too optimistic, it was very slow progress going up the hills, even coming down the muddy path was that slippery I couldn't go quickly.

There was a slight detour inland due to erosion of the cliff, then it was soon back on the roller coaster.

Dropping down to the small beach at Lower Porthpean I failed to find the footpath and ended up taking a longer route on the road to get back on it at Charlestown.

The rain had eased and, hopeful it would remain dry, I took off my waterproof jacket to give my t-shirt chance to dry out.

In Charlestown, coming round the small dock, I could hear music and the sound of sticks clashing, I thought I knew what it would be and sure enough I saw some Morris Dancers performing.

It was 16.00 and I was just half an hour away from the campsite, I expected Mick was going to be there before me but 10 minutes later he phoned to say he had just got off the train at Par and was just waiting for the bus. I was just checking in at the campsite when he turned up.

15 very slow miles in over 7 hours.