My tent survived the night. Without a full fly sheet, I had a fantastic view of the stars (my inner tent is mostly mesh), and there was very little dew so the tent stayed dry.
As I had already gained considerable height walking to the campsite, there was no way I was walking down to Crackington Haven again so I took a footpath by St Genny’s church so skipping one of the ongoing arduous ascents.
Today was the second day of arduous ups and downs. It was a ten mile day but I knew the last three or four miles were much easier as the cliffs flatten out at Widemouth Bay about four miles from Bude. I was looking forward to that.
It was tiring, I can’t deny it. And it did go on and on and up and down. And sometimes the path just vanished over the cliff edge, very disconcerting.
And it was very hot. So hot that my head felt hot for several hours afterwards. So hot that I drank over 2 litres of water and stopped for a half pint of orange juice and soda. So hot that I thought I might get heat stroke. But of course I didn’t. I didn’t even get sunburnt. Mind you, I did get through several applications of Factor 50.
Eventually I reached Widemouth Bay, and wound my way (floundered through the sand more like) trying to avoid the beach goers in their swimming things. I don’t what they made of me. Then I saw it. A sign! Bude 3 miles. I stopped for an ice cream to celebrate.
Bude was lovely. The tide was out , there were lots of people on the beach, I could hear a funfair in the distance. Moreover, the pub where I was staying was only 20 yards from the path
Best of all though was that I was meeting a friend and her children who had come down to see me and to walk with me tomorrow. I met them from their bus, and after they had settled in to their campsite we had dinner at the pub.
Rose's LEJOG 
Sounds like a lovely day Rose. Still loving the seascapes. Xxx
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