It’s hard to describe today’s walk. The forecast was for no rain but we copped a short shower just before the ferry, and very wet squalls hit us just before Holywell and again at the start of Perranporth beach. Needless to say my waterproof pants were in my luggage!

The coves and the climbs up the east sides of the headlands were, if anything, warm to hot but the headlands, and particularly the descents down the west sides of them, were so windy we kept getting blown sideways – gusts up to 70km/h at sea level that accelerated up the cliffs! At different times I was in my t-shirt, my jumper, a light wind jacket and my heavy waterproof jacket!

I was really worried traversing the west side of Lugger Point that the squall we could see coming would catch us there – to the right of the narrow path was almost a sheer drop down the cliff.

However the day finished with a really great beach walk into Perranporth where we had a rest at the Tywarnhayle Inn before heading the final 200m to our accommodation at the Seiners Arms. Four seasons in a day repeated 3 times over!

Looking back to Fistral Beach after a late start
The Fern Pit Cafe and Ferry
Our transport across the Gannel River – I was expecting something more substantial!
Safely across the Gannel River
Picking our way through a maze of paths through the dunes after the river
Just before Pentire Point West looking back along Crantock Beach
I think this island is called The Goose – in any event it was copping a pounding!
Heading towards Porth Joke with Kelsey Head in the background
Porth Joke – apparently only reachable by foot
Sheep on Kelsey Head
Holywell Beach
Working our way through another maze of tracks to Holywell – we didn’t make it before the rain got us!
Trying to dry off with a sausage roll, a beer and a cappuccino!
The view from Penhale Point past Hoblyn’s Cove and Lugger Point – at this stage it was hard to hold the phone steady as the wind whipped across the headland
A farmhouse on Lugger Point
Hoblyn’s Cove
Perran Beach – all 3+ kms of it!
Perran Beach just before the squall hit us
Rain, what rain? My pants (and everything else) are drenched
The last little stretch into the lovely village of Perranporth

Today’s path

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