Starting off posting the day’s letters in my local box
on past Penzance’s triffid
and heading to Battery Rocks for a swim, it is good when the tide is right for diving
Thanks to Carol and Patrick the buoys are a real treat this year, the first is painted with oyster catchers and waders, the second has a mermaid and seals and the third has star fish, after that they are plain orange. On up Paul Hill which is always a bit of a chain snapper but worth the effort
and past the gate post with it’s mysterious hole
After St Buryan and Crows an Wra
there is a wonderful down hill swoop to the airfield
more hills and on to St Just, a rugged little town built around the square with its healthy mix of pubs, the Co-op, two branches of Warrens and more pubs all dwarfed by the solid church tower catching the evening sun
Down Nancherrow Hill and up the other side to the north coast where foxgloves are at their best, pink campions everywhere each with its face tracking the sun like mini Goonhilly dishes
The little clump of orchids that I watch out for each year is doing well
Turning right at Gurnards Head
takes me up the last hill to home.It’s a fantastic ride which ought to be 30+ miles but is probably only about 26.
