more moors to morris

Heading out towards Bodmin was a steeper climb than I was ready for, but I eventually made it up to the Cheesewring. As I climbed up to the peak i had to jam my hat on so it didn't blow off down the mountain, and i could barely stand up right at the top as the wind was so strong. Amazingly as stood tall against the resistance of the elements two blokes with loads of photography gear turned up out of nowhere...

By the time i climbed down and skipped into minions village i was knackerd, it was lunchtime and I had only made a few miles towards my target for the day. Time for tea and cake, well herbal tea and a big slice of carrot cake. And a flapjack and banana if i'm honest, and a bag of nuts and seeds and an apple.

  It all did the trick and i made good ground that afternoon, picking up speed without my pack on and i could of kept going further if it wasn't for the fading light when Jane came to pick me up a few miles from Lostwithial.

  The next morning i felt fresh after a couple of days of good food not having to dance with my pack.

As i was dancing on the path alongside the main road into Lostwithial i could see a figure i recognised a couple of hundred yards ahead. It turns out to be fellow Brackley Morris man Steve Ferneyhough. I knew he was in the southwest and planning to meet up with me at the constantine festival in a few days but by sheer coincidence he had drove past me on the road. Steve generously bought me a huge lunch and after we parted i went to have a look round the local church which turned out to be closed.

  That afternoon i made slow progress to St Austell where i had to wait for a late train back to my host Imke's house in Lostwithial.  I was treated to a fine feast that evening or perhaps i should say i made a pig of myself?