Took a detour out to the headland to see the Logan Rock.
This was a huge granite boulder that sits on a fulcrum and can be rocked.
Back in the early nineteenth century this was a tourist attraction and brought employment to Treen village, until in 1824 a naval officer, Goldsmith, decided to prove that the British navy could do anything and organised his men to push it off its perch.
There was such an outcry that he was ordered to put the rock back into position and finance the operation from his own pocket.
It's quite a clamber over the rocks and boulders to find it and would now need more than one human to rock it.
Walking through wooded coast, I think, for the first time in Cornwall, I soon arrived in St Loy, a beautiful hamlet with a rocky beach.
Sat on the bench by the beach for a while, snacking and rehydrating and starting to feel the effects of the previous day's exertions.
It was a popular stopping place and soon became a bit of a united nations.
After the woods around St Loy it was back to rock hopping all the way to Lamorna Cove.
Nearly squashed this beetle on the path that reminded me of myself crawling along the path with a luminous green back.
Stopped at Lamorna Cove Cafe and found the menu quite amusing.
I asked politely if there was any bottles of beer in the fridge, yes came the reply.
I'd like a Budweiser please.
The fridge is in front of you, help yourself.
I don't see any Budweiser in there.
We haven't got any, came the snappy reply.
This exchange was repeated for a San Miguel.
May I have a bottle of beer from the fridge?
Help yourself, it's in front of you.
Did you get a refund from the customer service course?
You what?
Anyway the food was good and I was tempted to try a glass of their new range of Italian white sparkling wine - Processco !
Climbing out of Lamorna Cove I looked up briefly to admire the view, missed my step and my right leg went down into the undergrowth, the rucksack swung round leaving me teetering over a thirty feet drop to the rocks below.
I clung onto my left walking pole and was balancing for a while like the get away coach in the Italian job.
Eventually I pulled back on to the path to sit for a minute and gather myself.
That was a close one.
More rock hopping around Kemyel Cliff.
The path was very busy, perhaps the busiest section yet, even though it wasn't easy underfoot.
Eventually joined the road sloping down to Mousehole (Mowzl) and a walk through the narrow streets lined with galleries and little shops selling lots of stuff one doesn't need.
Followed the signs down to the Harbour.
Followed the signs pointing along the sea wall until some steps up.
In the absence of any signs to the contrary I continued along the sea wall for another half a mile or so only to arrive at a dead end and walk all the way back again to the steps.
Why not put up a SIGN !
Walked along the road and through Newlyn then into Penzance.
Met Jo from the London train and found our accommodation.
We stayed at the Artists Residence and this was the view from our window of the roof of the Admiral Benbow pub across the road.
And this was the wall of the bedroom we were in.
On to the Lizard tomorrow.
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