26th NOV. PENZANCE YMCA TO LOE BAR ( NEAR PORTHLEVEN)

The day started in usual fashion in a hostel; I wake up ,pack some gear, wake Josh then go and start breaky. The main thing is to ensure J is moving. The breaky was included in the £15 price. You help yourself to a continential breakfast in other words-toast,tea and cereal.
We scoffed the numerous slices of toast and jams watching the news and details the various flood warnings....again so pleased to have spent alot of it in the hostel.
I had expected the weather to be wetter than it was as it was forecast for wet from early morning.
We left the hostel around 9 walking into the town centre again. A slight drizzle began,  we were fully clad in our reproofed waterproofs in attempt to stay drier than saturday.
The high street was devoid of running water,  reassuring. I would of loved to pop into Wetherspoons for a morning coffee but I knew we needed to get on.
We popped into Iceland to get cheap cheese then strode out passed the bus station,  a little confused at how to get on the coast path,  J getting impatient with me saying to take the road. I told him to sod off and eventually found the cycle path and coast path between rail and beach.
It was an easy intro to the day , dipping to the beach to look at stones .....simple pleasures!
The rain became more intense as we walked into Marazion. St.Michaels Mount had been on the scene since leaving Penzance,  now we were as close as we could be without going the short strand to the castle hill island. A chap drove to the causeway in a rather grand car,  stopped as if unsure, J and I laughed at the possibility of giving him directions seaward.
The showers eased as we met footpath but the going eas muddy and wet though flat easy walking.
At Perran sands a few surfers sat out waiting on a waveless sea,  it certainly was not as commercially surf shop as the northern Cornish coast. We sat by the loos in the car park snacking on bics and tins of drink from the cheap shop in Penzance. We have to watch the money so no more expensive energy drinks for J. I also bought J a cheap £1 scan radio to replace the one he lost. He cringed when I gave him it.
We rounded Cudden Point to Prussia Cove,  J putting on a pirate voice calling it Crushing Cove.
We passed with envy eyes at a beautiful house on the cliff top with fantastic curved walls.
We soon dropped to another surf beach after about a hour called Praa Sands, we sat again in slight drizzle sheltering by the smelly toilets for an other snack watching the surfers on fairly good waves.
Our socks were wet from the mud wet paths and fairly heavy showers followed us into Porthleven. I felt a little chilled,  the rain colder or at least to me colder. We were going to make a tea but could find no tap in the harbour, also the shops were more arty or closed I and I could not find an ordinary shop that sold anything but art . A chap looking like an old sea dog said The Lizard was not far boys.
We sat sheltering by a church next to the harbour then decided to miss the tea and get on.
It was a good route to the Loe Bar,  a strip of sand separating the sea from a fresh water lake. It was about 4.30. We could of walked on but we stopped and sheltered at an old concrete war look out. It was half full of mud,  with a puddle in the middle. We decided to stop there for the novelty. We could not stand upright but thought we could spend the night in the drier half.  It was cramped, the soil floor we laid plastic bags to protect our inflatable mats and I put tent hooks in cracks to make hangers for our gear to keep it out of the dirt. We got all our stuff out and a heavy shower came and water started running in. We rechanneled the water in and outside almost regretting not pitching the tent. Trying to keep our gear dry and mud free was a challenge. J spilling water on my sleeping bag and I putting wet waterproof on it did not help. Silver fish scuttled on the walls and dropped into our bowls, good job we are not sqweemish.
Although cramp we got to sleep.