The guide book said the Falmouth to St. Mawes ferry ran every twenty minutes so there was no need to be there at any particular time.
We got there just as the 9.30 left the quay.
Bought the tickets only to be informed that the ferries usually run every half hour but there was only one boat working today so we either had to wait an hour or walk to the other quay at the other end of town to catch the 10.15.
We had a lot of ground to cover today so we went to the other quay and waited in the rain.
Coming into St. Mawes on the Falmouth ferry
Hung around on the quay at St. Mawes waiting in the rain for the next ferry across to a place called Place.
Ferry is perhaps a bit too grand a title for what was basically a large rowing boat with an outboard motor skippered by a bloke called Rob.
Leaving St. Mawes 'sailing' to Place
By the time we got off (out of) the boat we were chilled through and my hands were numb.
The path was covered by long, wet grass and pretty soon my feet were cold and wet too.
Towards St. Anthony Head
Looking back to St. Anthony Head
Who would have thought that you could get a knighthood and a geographical feature named after you just for acting in coffee commercials and Buffy the vampire slayer.
Met hardly anyone on the path but had some seals for company for a while.
Portscatho
We were soaked by the time we reached Portscatho and stopped for a hearty sandwich in the Plume of Feathers.
Portscatho sounds like something the pharmacist could give you cream for.
The walk was easy enough but the weather was getting worse when we went out and around Nare Head and dropped down to Portloe.
All our clothes were soaked so we tried to get stuff drying as quickly as possible on every available surface in the hotel room.
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