LE JOG

[El Gordo]

Thanks again to Nigel for pointing us at the Google pedometer. This led me to doing a web forage, and I've ended up opting for something called mapometer -- CLICK, and transferred my adventure over there. Fact is, it doesn't much matter what we use as long as we're happy with it.

Anyway, where was I? Well, despite my appalling situation, stuck in a freezing barn with just the icy air for a blanket, and with no friends but the scratching rodents, no one here came to my aid. I see. So that's the way you want to play is it, eh? Ha! Just wait till I catch up with you. Some home truths may be traded. Indeed, maybe more....



Since my last resting place, I've meandered a further 13 miles or so along the back lanes of rural Cornwall, through the exotically titled Praze-en-Beeble, Cardinham, Carwynnen, and Troon, before joining the B3297 through Four Lanes and Wheat Uny.

I've been moving under the cover of darkness, so have observed little. Ghosts of smugglers are to be found on these moors, so the lack of any further adventures was fine by me.

This week, I have at last been able to add a few miles. I'm now in rapid-pursuit mode, aiming to track down those whom I would once have called friends. Thankfully, they are leaving clues to their whereabouts all over the internet.

On Thursday I landed in St Day, where I was able to lodge, and partake in a glorious traditional music session: Session at St Day Inn.

Then another 13 miles yesterday along the minor lanes, with barely a hamlet in sight. At last, I arrive weary at the glorious village of St Newlyn East. It was here, in 1846, that a terrible storm flooded the mine, accounting for 39 local souls. The remembrance pit was not, sadly, displaying any Cornish wrestling today, so instead, I sought solace at a splendid hostelry, the Pheasant. Here I was delighted to find one of their regular real ale festivals in full swing.

Lord above, how sweet does a foaming pint of beer taste after 13 aching miles on the road?

I fancy that some of us will all be able to answer that question in a far off land, very soon.

For now, I rest my limbs and plan the next stage of my bloody pursuit.


Miles: 46.92