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[ginandoldlace]

Fowey Hall Walk Often referred to as the most beautiful walk in Cornwall, I’ve had this one on my list for a long time and I was so happy to finally tick it off. The walk starts in Fowey, although step 1 is to hop on the ferry to Bodinnick. The walk takes you up out of Bodinnick, and follow the river inland to Pont Pill, before headed back along the opposite side of the river and ending in Polruan. A quick ferry back and you return to Fowey. The walk is roughly 3 miles, easy to moderate and took just over 2 hours. There’s so much to see in a short walk, including the quaintest villages of Bodinnick and Polruan. The tranquil Pont Pill which makes a beautiful picnic spot and the incredible views of the river from above.

Loved the walk and so pleased to have explored this area. Highly recommend!

[lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers]

Tell me how we're supposed to live as our homes die in front of our eyes.

[janemerkin]

Fowley and Polruan, Cornwall

[bikepackinguk]

Day Ninety-nine

It's a very grey start to today, with a light cloud cover coating the skies.

Up out of the bridleway spot and back onto the road near Constantine, it's straight into the hills as the road leads up into Cornwall's high surroundings as I continue my heading east.

It's some rolling hills to tackle as I slog along the road through some busy morning traffic, until finally riding in to the edges of Falmouth.

The busy port town is full of climbs as I track around and make my way down to the harbourside, where I get a beautiful view across Carrick Roads whilst waiting for the ferry.

After a brief stint afloat and savouring the waves, I put in across the water at the beautiful town of St Mawes.

Heading up past the castle, with some lovely views back across the water, it's up the steep hills once more to start slogging along the road again.

The rising sun is doing its best to burn off the light cloud cover of the morning, and the heat is rising once more as I get to rejoin NCN Route 3 for its stint along the coastline here.

Dropping down past Carne Beach, the route begins a heavy section of steep climbs and drops as it tours around the beautiful coastal area, zig zagging round to take in the many bays and watersides as it makes its way around the cliffsides.

Around and past the steep drops through Portmellon and Mevagissey, the route finally heads off the roads for a long hard climb over the lovely gardens of Heligan, before crossing the road and heading on to St Austell River.

It's a wonderful stretch of off-traffic riding herr as Route 3 follows up the river's course, through some beautiful forested areas, until heading in to St Austell at the heaving A390.

With Route 3 continuing northwards, I head off the cycle route and in to town for a resupply stop and break, before carrying on around the very busy roads to head on towards Par.

Whilst riding along the trails here, the bike lurches to a very sudden stop. A glance down has my heart in my mouth as a rather large branch has managed to find its way into the spokes of my rear wheel, catching the struts of my mudguard, and wrenching everything round. The mudguard has folded near double on itself and is sticking out towards my knee, and the branch is firmly wedged in amongst the wheel.

I stop to assess the damage as this could be pretty disastrous. After managing to extricate the offending piece of wood, I get the mudguard to unfold and slot back into its place without much harm done, and a check of the wheel finds that it's not even much out of true.

What on earth is with this bike?! An absolute tank! I can barely believe that no serious damage has been caused from this incident, but everything seems to be rolling ok, so I guess that means on with the show!

Round to Par and through it's looping one-way system, it's up another big sharp hill to head over to Fowey, with a steep descent through some narrow paths leading to some steps down to my second ferry of the day.

After a short wait and chat with some other tourists waiting, it's aboard the small ferry for a short cruise over the River Fowey to land at the working harbour at Polruan.

With the day wearing on, the heat and work haven't ceased yet, as from the waterside the road leads up and up a long and steep hill to get through and out of the pretty seaside village.

Finally up onto the coastal moorlands, I think it's been another long and tough day's work, so it's time for me to get scouting for a spot to lay my head. Tomorrow should hopefully have me pushing on and out of Cornwall's challenging hills.

TTFN!

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

“Close to the harbour town of Fowey, Lantic Bay, East of Polruan, and following the footpath through an unassuming-looking field, quickly reveals a breathtaking view of this hidden cove.”

[3-ring-binder]

Coastal views in Polruan, Cornwall, UK

Listing and image courtesy of The Modern House

[wanderella-w]

Bye Emma, hello restday (day 29-31)

On day 29 we walked from Gorran Haven to Carlyon Bay, around 19km. We made our breakfast porridge using the hot water kettle at the camp site (saved some dishes and gas) and said goodbye to Emma, who was brave enough to get up with us at 6am even though her bus only left at 9:30. On our walk on that grey day we came through Mevagissey after 5 km and we had a coffee there to wake up properly. I still had some memories of the town from our 2016 family holiday. Now we felt ready for all the ups and down (regarding elevation) the day had in store for us. It stayed grey but the views of the coves and beaches were still quite pretty. We came through Charlestown, a town with cute little shops, and as we got closer to Carlyon Bay there were quite a lot modern villas on big properties and a golf course. For our campsite, which was free according to the wikicamps app, we had to walk inland and found ourselves walking along a busy street in between a gated industrial site and a gated children's play paradise. Quite a difference to our usual surroundings on the path. The campsite belonged to an Inn and the lady there told us that they were not actually a campsite but a 'pit stop' for motorhomes. We could camp there for free anyways and we had a big choice of perfect grass pitches so we were happy:).

The Inn itself was quite cozy and they had a nice vegetarian menu (haloumi burger, madras curry & vegetable stew), therefore we took our chance to have an a bit too early but delicious easter meal sponsored by Margreet en Jobst. It was raining outside but in the Inn there was a nice and cozy atmosphere and after dinner (for dessert) we moved to one of the couches where stayed all evening reading our books. Talking about books: This morning I said to Rosa that it was a bit annoying that I didn't have a book for our upcoming restday anymore, after I gave it away in Falmouth... when five minutes later we came past and old phone booth converted to a book swap case! Rosa immediately spotted one book lying on top of others that she said she would absolutely recommend and it wasn't even too big! It was possible to buy books for a donation into the money box at the public toilets, and as I didn't have a book to swap anymore, I did that. The universe took care of me, as Rosa said.

That night I didn't sleep so well as it got cold during the night and my sleeping bag wasn't properly closed at my back - so in the morning I felt like my cold had come back. Luckily, as mentioned above, we would soon have a rest day.

The next day (Thursday), Rosa already left the path after 4km in Par to go to our shepherds hut, the designated place for our rest day, and she did groceries at Aldi on her way there. I still wanted to complete the loop around Grubbing Head to Fowey, from where I would take the Ferry to Polruan and then the bus to the hut in Pelynt. It was a nice day and the walk wasn't long but it was quite tiring anyways, maybe because of my cold.

The bus which I wanted to take from the ferry quay didn't come so I took another one that didn't go to Pelynt directly. After a few stops the bus driver said that I would miss my connecting bus in Polperro and that I could better walk from here ("It's all flat, take the second right"). I thanked him for the tip and got off. The 2,5 miles walk turned out to be a bit more adventurous than expected because at some point I took a path which was marked with a sign saying 'public footpath' but which obviously wasn't really in use anymore. I arrived at our hut with wet feet again due to a small river crossing, but it didn't matter as it turned out we could do a washing at the campsite and it was nice weather so I could let my shoes dry. After a shower I enjoyed the late afternoon lying on the bed with the windows open and our delicious meal in the evening for which Rosa had done excellent shopping.

Today, the 7th of April, is our restday and we mainly spend it reading, drinking tea and doing some small to-dos. It's great! Also we discovered it's exactly one month ago that we started our hike!

[bike42]

Thursday September 28, 2023 - Day Five

One of my favorite parts of the day was that we started and ended at the hotel - no van shuttle! Plus, we had two ferrry boat rides!

We met for Route Rap at 8:30am and were offered a variety of options, shuttled at the beginning of the day and shuttle options at the end, or the nine-mile whole thing, which we opted for. Cale described three specific climbs that would be tough, and said there would be 1200 feet of elevation overall (my watch reported >2000 feet before the day was done).

A group of 12 of us started out from the hotel down to the Fowey boat landing for a quick shuttle across the river/sea to Polruan. There was a limit of 12 passengers in the ferry, so we had to split up into 2 trips. It gave me time to photograph Fowey from across the river. We hadn’t noticed fortifications on each side of the mouth of the harbor that would have been used to keep enemy ships from entering, but we could see them clearly this morning. Cale told us there had been a massive chain across the mouth of the harbor that could be raised - that would have been hard to do!

Once we all got over the river, we started walking through the village, climbing while we went. It had rained last night, but today was mild but overcast. It didn’t take long for people to start shedding layers.

The views were spectacular and the scenery much like what we’d hiked over the past five days - cliffs, hidden beaches, large pastures with cattle and sheep, gates to go through and stiles to climb over. Our group hiked fast with few breaks, and the exercise felt really good with our excessive eating and drinking these days.

After about two hours, Perry and the three ladies who had shuttled with her joined our trek. We went through an area that had recently been weed-whacked and I was grateful for it. It would have been painful to have to push through the brambles and the thorny bushes! Just before lunch, we turned away from the coast and followed a river through a beautiful forest - so surreal after days of coastal hiking with few trees. The forest was thick and dark; the type that our storyteller described with fairies and pixies!

We came to a church where we were told to wait - Joel was setting up our picnic lunch at a nearby campground. Lunch was fantastic and it was neat to explore the campground - separate area for camper vans and tent pitches, fantastic toilets and showers, and an outdoor ping pong table! Joel prepared a great lunch of pasties, salads, cheeses and fresh bread. After lunch, we said goodbye to Joel as his support work for us is finished. He shuttled some people back to Fowey, and now we were 8 walking back.

Since we were hiking in a circle, we stayed away from the coast, initially walking along roads which was interesting and different! The lanes were narrow and winging, and the hedgerows were above our heads! It was one thing to encounter a truck when we’re in the van, but entirely another when you’re walking where you try to tuck into the hedgerow without getting stabbed by the brambles!

We went through a gate into a really amazing very old church. The tombstones surrounding it were fantastic. Some were so old you couldn’t make out the details, but others from the early 1990s had lots of details - sometimes poems or whole stories about how they lived and died. We crossed a river and climbed again, which afforded us an amazing view of the harbor and the towns of Polruan and Fowey.

We had a funny moment as we were making our way down to the car ferry. There was a dog in a yard with a ball in his mouth. We talked to him and he dropped the ball onto the street. It was a very steep hill and Jeff caught the ball but nearly had a tumble down the hill himself! He tossed the ball a few times for the dog, but we had to keep moving. The dog looked so sad then. There was a man on the street working on some landscaping. He said the dog had been dropping the ball all day, enticing people passing by to toss it back!

Short ferry ride, then we were back to walking the streets of a very lively Fowey. We people watched and window shopped our way back to the hotel - 9 miles and 2000+ feet of elevation gained. Awesome day. We arrived back just after 3pm and had a cold beverage from the cooler and chatted with Perry for a bit. Then off to hot showers and nap time.

With the complimentary gin in our room, I had a little buzz going when we arrived at the 6:30pm reception and closing dinner. Nice time, okay food - I did try the mussels after seeing them all over for the last four weeks and I actually really liked them (when I tried them previously they were too gritty for me). We had Perry ask Henry if he’d play us a song or two, and to our delight, he went up to get his travel guitar and played us two original songs. He’d recorded and toured a bit 20 years ago, but gave it up to be with his family (you can find him on iTunes - Henry Elsesser). After dinner, Jeff, Henry and I went to the bar for a nightcap and traded stories until probably too late.

[nealrover]

Fowey, Cornwall - Photography and a Stroll

Taking a stroll around Fowey in Cornwall #cornwall #kernow #fowey #kindle #books #travel #uk BOOK LINK: https://bit.ly/bookneal

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[jpsjimmy]

Excited to share the latest addition to my #etsy shop: Polruan, Cornwall #cornwall #print #watercolour #interior design #wallprint https://etsy.me/3XPhsZ8 (at Plymouth) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co7kWkCIBPx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vox-anglosphere]

Slow time and high tide in the picturesque Cornish village of Polruan

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Open sea

[cath-bathgriffin]

A look at Polruan from Fowey #Fowey #foweyharbour #foweycornwall #polruan #polruanharbour #polruancornwall #cornwall #photography https://www.instagram.com/p/CHu1GYrhpAn/?igshid=mz8yh9fguwld

[bikepackinguk]

Day One Hundred

100 days in!

Up early this morning in the corner of a field up the hill from Polruan, it's a very foggy start to today. The bike lights are switched on, and onwards we go.

There's understandably little to see as I head around the quiet country lanes, with visibility down to less than 100 metres, but the early start means the lanes are nice and quiet as I track my way east.

As the sun begins to climb into the sky, the fog recedes a little to allow a bit of a view of the road ahead, which throws hill after hill at me as Cornwall refuses to let me go quietly.

Down a big descent and I drop into the port town of Looe, which is beginning to get busy with the bustle of the day starting.

Across the bridge and past the train station and it's another tremendous hill to push up, and with the temperature beginning to rise it's a very hard start to the day.

It's on to another set of steep climbs and plunging descents as the route carries on east, with more high hedgerows making for limited views as the sun starts to burn off more of the cloud cover.

I do get a few snatches of terrific sights along the cliffs, with their bases shrouded in mist still.

Up another tough climb past Tregantle Fort and there's a view down the hills to just catch a glimpse of buildings in the distance through the remaining mist.

More heavy work in the rising temperatures continues around the countryside hills and up another high climb past Maker I get a spectacular view across the land far below. The mist has finally lifted and the historic port of Plymouth is spread before me.

It's a speedy zoom down from the hill to the dock at Cremyll where it's time to jump onto another ferry and head into the city proper.

I have a good chat with a couple of other cyclists aboard, and get a recommendation for a local bike shop, which after landing at the docks I head round to. Another generous tip from the awesome @danieldddddddda should make this fit in the budget!

The folk at Bikespace in Plymouth are excellent, and are able to sort a quick truing of the wheel which did have a bit of a kink in it after my encounter with the tree branch yesterday. Along with a fresh set of brake pads, I'm in a good state to push on again.

Plymouth has a pretty decent amount of cycle routes through the city, so I forge onwards up from Devonport and into the city centre, before dropping on to a great little trail out of traffic as it crosses the River Plym.

With the cycle path making good headway, I decide to stick with it as it heads along theough to Elburton.

Checking the map for the route ahead, the spiderwebs of backroads around here don't seem very appealing, so I decide to make the most of the easier navigation ahead and plough along on the A379 awhile to get some good mileage in.

Whilst Devon may not have Cornwall's spikey sharp climbs, it's still infamous for its long and constant hills, and as the road leads onwards it's a lot of very tough work on the legs to slog up and down. The sun overhead is beating down and I end up stopping at plenty of the towns along the road just to be able to take shelter from the rays, though the air temperature is still high and the morning's fog has left a great deal of humidity in the air.

I keep pushing onwards up one last big hill to have a final zoom down into the town of Kingsbridge, which has a convenient supermarket for me to stop off and resupply at as the evening starts to set in.

With all the tremendous effort of today, I think that will do for now despite the light left in the day! Time to have a look around for a place to lie up for the night.

TTFN!

[englishcottagedreams]

(via Fore Street - Polruan, Fowey, Cornwall. | john lunt | Flickr)