I’m giving it another go.
After failing spectacularly before I figured I’d get back on the horse again and see if it bucks me off and tramples me.
After having a think about what went wrong last time I thought maybe some company might stop me from powering off into the sunset. Jenny and her knee did me a favour on the canino by giving me an excuse to not wander off in a blur of excitement so I asked my mate Gav to come and maybe he can hurt himself and I’ll have another excuse to walk at the speed of a snail.
Annoyingly he was fine.

After realising I’d swapped a hobbling hot German girl for an efficient, 6 foot, middle aged monster of a man I started to question the whole thing.
“Oh well” I thought to myself, “at least I’ll still get some decent chat and deep and meaningful conversations”
I ruined this for myself by immediately asking how annoyed he would be if I flicked up a cow pat with my walking stick and a bit went in his mouth. The remainder of the days conversations followed a similarly inane vein.

We stayed at a campsite last night so we could get a taxi to dancing ledge in the morning. I made sure to have an extra, extra good night’s sleep in my van so I could tell Gav all about how wonderful it was when we awoke in the morning and he crawled out his tent.

Gloating done we packed our gear, piled in a taxi and headed off to dancing ledge. We got a cab back to the campsite I stayed at last time. It was nice knowing I was back where I left off and that I wouldn’t miss any of it.

Gav is like me with research so I could have just told him it was the start of the southwest coastal path and he wouldn’t have known the difference.

We wandered down to dancing ledge from where the taxi dropped us off and decided it was a good time to have a rest. I already liked the way the tempo of the day was panning out. I sat down, cracked open a banana and sat there eating it far too sexually to try to freak Gav out.

Once we had finished not dancing on the ledge because we are 40 and not on tiktok we started our wander west along the coast.

Googles weather frog couldn’t make his mind up and kept telling us different stuff every time I opened the sodding weather app so I put him back in my pocket and pondered on the reasons Google trust their weather predictions to a frog.

The coastal walk started very nicely. The weather was good, we had fresh muscles and Gav mentioned that his left bum cheek was hurting. “Great” I thought “keep that up and we will be back in a campsite in no time”

Annoyingly he pushed through and we carried on.

Winspit quarry was next on our list. Really cool little place. You know you’re somewhere good when there are “Danger of death” and “Keep out. Unsafe” signs written everywhere.
We chilled out for half and hour, smoked a ciggy, drank some water, ate some nuts and plodded on. Both our legs and shoulders were hurting but I tried to pretend mine weren’t so I could call Gav a wimp.

I spent the next section pointing to random plants and telling Gav you could eat them if you needed to. He didn’t take the bait. I think he might be on to me.

The weather had started to turn and the wind and rain really started hitting us. Fortunately we found an old chapel to shelter in while it blew over. I stood back with my camera rolling as Gav stepped through the door hoping I could make a few quid on YouTube for filming a spontaneous combustion but, alas, he was worthy and we sat and chilled for half an hour.

We both had started feeling the burn now. We had met a few people along the way and 3 of the groups had mentioned some upcoming steps which was a bit unnerving.
They were not wrong for pointing them out. I genuinely nearly gave up and resided to hopefully getting my own dedication on a bench looking out to sea at the top. “Man tried to walk the coast path. Saw steps. Gave up” They were impressive.
Gav powered on.
Three rest stops later we had made it up the other side. We had done it but it had knackered us.

There was a car park about a mile further on and we made a unanimous decision to get there, get a cab to a campsite and rest up and enjoy a hot shower, cooked food and some decent sleep. We got to the car park and I tried to Uber but, because we are in the middle of nowhere, a driver wasn’t available. Ah well, another hour walk to the campsite wasn’t the end of the world. At least it was flat, in land and we had a destination.

As we crawled in to the campsite I felt the relief of knowing I wouldn’t have my backpack on for the rest of the day. I have donated Bronson to Gav so I could also empathise with his feeling on the whole matter as well.

We got in, showered up and hit the pub. One big pizza and chips later and that was us done. Back to the campsite and in to bed for a well deserved kip. We shall see what tomorrow brings!! Also, I saw an axolotl in a tank which was epic.