Day 3 Crackington Haven to Mawgan Porth -- 23rd May – 24.8 nm / Day 4 Mawgan Porth to St.Ives – 23.6 nm
The Devon coastline had slid by in the mist; it seemed like Cornwall could go that way too. I was disappointed. 3 days in and I’d seen little more than the base of a cliff now and then, I felt a little cheated, I probably wouldn't paddle this stretch again and all I’d got to see was the inside of the milk bottle. Bum.
Though a Bank Holiday weekend, fog-locked, surf landing at Mawgan Porth
brought a lively end to the day. Flags? What flags? Oh those, I’m colour blind
you see...
Day 4
Heading south along Cornwall Land, I saw a small fishing boat loom out of the mist. The driver was out of Padstow and a touch non-plussed to find me off-shore in the mist. I got a brief lecture on the foolhardiness of my exploits before he told me that he’d now have to go to the trouble of radioing everybody this side of Moscow, just so I wouldn't get run over in the gloom. And then I probably would anyway. Yeah, and a good morning to you too...
But suddenly as I bimbled pass Padstow the sun came out, a
little visual stimulation was very welcome as I took in the pleasant scenery around
Trevose Head. It was nice to once again see where I was going to, as well as
wenting from.
Moving down the coast, Newquay came and went, as it does.
And then the Music Festival kicked off, I was 3 miles off
shore and I could feel the boat vibrate – impressive. The music followed me
down the coast; I could still hear it 7 miles later – still impressive.
Finally Day 4 slid to a gentle stop on the pleasant beach at
St. Ives, though the Bank Holiday car parking arrangements in the crowded little
town were a little less relaxed.
Land’s End looms.
