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When stood on the shore on the Gower or sat, tied in, on the edge of a cliff belaying a second I always looked across the sea to the hills on the other side and wondered, what’s there? With rain hitting the tent and only a very short day of walking left ahead, we didn’t…

From our camp in Coverack we just needed to head north up the Cornish coast a little way, less than 10km, to reach our main goal: the halfway point of the South West Coast Path. When we started in Minehead it had seemed forever away and an improbable distance. When we entered the estuary at…

I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I’d pitched the tent in Jurassic Park. The cows were making a racket in the fields around the campsite. I thought cows would be quiet at night. No matter, I got a good night’s sleep overall and we were quick enough to pack up…

“Who the hell lets their kids run around a campsite screaming at half past one in the morning?” was the thought in my head at half past one in the morning. After dinner the rain had started, which turned out to be a gentle warm up because the weather raised its intensity step by step,…

Rain was forecast to bookend our day to start us off soggy when we were to decamp and pack away, and then to soak us again when trying to set up camp later in Praa Sands. The campsite above Porth Curno had a large inside area that would help, with few other campers about when…

We were awoken by a thunderstorm crashing around us while camped on top of Pendeen Watch, high above the sea. The tent set a new wind speed survival record as the squall intensified and battered us side on. White flashes of light were almost immediately followed by enthusiastically long rolls of thunder that rumbled around…

We knew it was going to be a long day. After St Ives the coast is raw. No beaches, no surfing, no cafes, no pubs, no campsites. Paths and a few car parks. Camping just before Hayle we would need to walk to Hayle, up its estuary to cross the river, back out again, into…

This might have been the last day of sun. It warmed and partly dried the tent as we woke. A lad we had camped near was solo walking around the perimeter of Cornwall and breakfasted to leave at the same time. He has walked around 150miles and is making his way north up the coast.…

Ducks woke me up. They had found something funny and were quacking about it together on the mill pond behind the tent. My watch alarm is set for a little later on Sundays and the wake up call was welcome. Nonetheless we still managed to leave half an hour later than typical after breakfast and…

The campsite was called Sea View. If you stood on top of the shower block you might have glimpsed the sea. I could hear the sea though. Maybe Sea Hear campsite. See hear now, you. Down the hill and back to the coast path we were quickly away. Minor climbs warmed us up but the…