LE JOG

[Sweder]

Jogged on from St Ives (where despite keeping my eyes open I failed to spot a man with more than one wife), heading along the north shore road through Gwithian to Portreath. I'm heading for Porthtowan, a surfer's paradise visited by my mob a couple of years ago. We spent many happy hours trying to remain upright on surfboards, fruitlessly in my case. I watched in envy as my son took to surfing like a duck to, er, salt water. Of course I put this down to his mis-spent years scooting about on a skateboard.



Portreath is nice enough. I'm delighted to have reached the Waterfront Inn in good time for Rocket Ronnie's Thursday Night Quiz. I might hang around until Friday when I'm told one can purchase one steak dinner at full price with the second one at half price. Not sure I'll be able to tuck both away but who knows? Another hungry LE JOGger might happen by, in which case we can share my good fortune. In accord with my January decree I'll avoid the local temptations and settle instead for a bottle of delicious Cornish Mulled Apple Juice, a must in these chilly conditions.

Happily, despite the extreme chill and impending heavy snow, the sun's out, so I offer you this hastily-gathered snap of the pub.



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