Gweek to St. Newlyn East

Damp but not raining when we left this morning. Gweek is at sea level, being at the end of a small inlet. So, the only way was up – and it was an up that climbed for four miles! It was the first of about four long, hard climbs today. But of course, what goes up must come down and we enjoyed some cracking descents too, curtailed only by the fact that high hedges and windey lanes mean it’s difficult to let the brakes off totally and go for it.

Perranwell Pub Stop.

Perranwell Pub Stop.

Gradually the sun spent more time looking down on us and the wind stayed on our backs, helping us along nicely.
At 11.30 we’d reached Perranwell and stopped outside a pub so I could check the route (devious eh?). Of course, it wasn’t long before we were inside with Karon taking tea and me enjoying a pint of St. Austells Tribute. I took advantage of the stop to tighten my leather saddle which had sagged a bit after a couple of soakings.

Refreshed and firmly saddled up we continued on to Truro, entering it by way of a cycle track along an old rail line. Tried again to either change my phone or get it repaired. Both Vodafone and Apple dealerships being about as useful as a sieve in a sinking boat. Wandering the centre of Truro we were approached by a couple of ‘gentlemen of the street’ who worse for wear, struck up a disjointed conversation, at the end of which, they donated £1.10p – all they had. So thank you Lazarus and friend!

By now it was around 3.00pm so we went in search of food to fuel the rest of the ride. After that it was a long but pleasant climb along a narrow leafy, sun dappled lane. Once up high among the Cornish hills the wind once again helped our efforts and we flew along. Well, along the flat and downhill bits anyway. Now enjoying steak dinners and a nice pint of Betty Stoggs in the Pheasant Inn at St. Newlyn East after arriving at about 5.15 pm.

Tomorrow we head for Padstow to pick up the Camel Trail and on to Blisland.