20180620 Portloe – Mevagissey

Date: 20180620

Time: 9:25 – 17:15

Distance: 22.5 km

Stay: Honeycombe House, Mevagissey

Walk

It looks gray today. It has rained, but it is dry when I leave after breakfast. At breakfast I had a chat with two friends (Nick and David) that I passed yesterday. They are starting earlier and I expect that I will pass them again later on.
That is indeed what happens. After about an hour I see them again.

It is foggy today. I could already see the clouds on the hills yesterday.

At one point I arrive in Portholland. That is so big that they have a west and east Portholland (but not really). There is also a kind of cafe, but that is still closed. No problem, it is still too early for coffee. I only have been on the path for about an hour.

So on it goes and after half an hour I arrive at Porthluney Cove. Here is also a beach café and now it’s time for coffee. It is not really hot. Outside the cafe I see someone’s backpack and a …. didgeridoo. Sure enough, Jonnie Seaside is also in the café for coffee.
After Jonnie has taught the young ladies who are working at the café the necessary life lessons, he comes to sit with me. We are chatting for a long time about what we do and my coffee break is a longer break. That is not bad at all, I have enough time today.

Today I have a very relaxed route. Little real differences in height and many wide paths or meadows. The highest point for today is Dodman Point. When I arrive there it is still foggy. Behind me the mist is clearing, in front of me it remains foggy.
I have to be extra careful today. Because everything is wet, it is also very slippery locally…

I see a lot of pheasants today. I’ve seen them more often in recent days, mostly males, but also females today. Strange birds these pheasants, they prefer to walk rather than fly. They are probably afraid that if they fly up, someone shoots them out of the sky.

When I arrive in Gorran Haven it is time for coffee at the Mermaid Café. When I sit outside to drink my coffee, it starts to drizzle.
So on it goes. A little later I meet Jonnie again. He took a number of short cuts and overtook me in Gorran Haven.

After another small piece of Coast Path I get back into the built-up area, first in Portmellon Cove and then in Mevagissey. I am once again too early at the B & B. This one is on the hill and the village (with the pubs) is down at the seaside. So down for a pint and then later up again for the shower.
Before I go back to the B & B, I meet Jonnie again in Mevagissey.

Later, in the B & B, Nick and David appear to be staying again in the same B & B as I am.

Weather

Cloudy, very cloudy, very low clouds even, also called mist. Later in the day a little bit drizzle rain. A fresh wind from the sea.

Lyric of the day

Since Dodman Point has remained foggy all day, today Misty Mountain Hop by Led Zeppelin:

Walkin’ in the park just the other day, Baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin’ on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
“Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?”
And you know how it is;
I really don’t know what time it was, woh, oh,
So I asked them if I could stay awhile.

I didn’t notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
“Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
Get in line.”
Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.

Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin’
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really don’t care if they’re coming, oh, oh,
I know that it’s all a state of mind, ooh.

If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care, don’t care, really don’t
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now.
So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really don’t know.

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