Weather forecast looked set fair for the next week so I made sure that Gerry knew what a jammy bugger he was.
The walk through Newquay early on a Saturday morning was not very inspiring; tattoo parlour, charity shop, amusement arcade, pound shop, greasy spoon, tattoo parlour, repeated until we got out towards the Headland and turned the corner on to Fistral beach.
Then we went round Pentire Head and down to the beautiful River Gannel.
We got there just in time before the incoming tide covered the footbridge across with a view along the river with views out to Crantock beach.
Then it was up onto the dunes and grass covered, low cliffs behind Crantock Bay.
We went around to the wonderfully named Porth Joke and on to Holywell Bay where we took shelter from the sun in the St Piran's Inn.
There followed a landscape dominated by military fencing on one side and the sea and surf to the other.
After Kelsey Head there was a great view along Perran Beach.
We got down to the beach and had a brilliant two miles walk to Perranporth.
Perranporth beach was packed with families enjoying the weekend and the spell of great weather, and, yet another surf school (ok listen up guys).
St. Piran, the patron saint of Cornwall lived as a hermit near Perranporth and is renowned for the discovery of tin (albeit by accident) and thereby bringing centuries of industry and wealth to the county.
We had a well earned drink in the beer garden before climbing out of town and around Droskyn point and up to our accommodation; the St George's Country House Hotel.
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