28th NOV. ENYS HEAD to MEN-AVER BEACH near Nare Point

I did not get to sleep until midnight. I could feel the temperture falling. I pulled the cord tighter so the hood of the sleeping bag tightened to stop cold air coming in and warm out.
I slept well even though my mat had a puncture. Due to an issue with J last night we had no water for breaky so reluctantly I climbed from warm bag to cold air tent. It was now 7 , I had put off getting out.  I climbed out the tent pulled on cold wet boots and my Snugpak,  lights of fishing boats drifted by,  a slight breeze chilled me more and I blew into cold hands and pulled my hill hat on. It was still dim light.
I do not know if it was the chill but the packing up took minter than usual and we started off at 8 ,hungry!
The route on was wet and mud path but walking in the sun almost compensated for that.
At Kennack Sands we sat brewing a tea and making cheese sandwiches next to the lifeless life guards hut , water from the loos,  or at least the sink in the loos. The sun was bright but warmed us only in spirit. The council chap collecting rubbish sat in his van for almost an hour on his phone......great job!
The going today was varied and not that easy. It was a
Up and down mud fest getting to Black Head. The white washed coast guard lookout was open and would of been great to sleep in, it was warm inside like a conservatory,  sadly we got on.
We took the inland route via a sculpture park by a Terence Coventry,  large pieces of work mainly based on birds in bronze.
We enterered the twee Coverack village,  very upper class and exclusive. The post office shop had a great selection of stuff but out of our price range so we bought cereal ,coco pops, Josh's choice and Jaffa cakes. These we consumed in the sun warmed perspex clad bus shelter. We also got a newspaper to check our crossword effort.
Eventually we got on,  the path was washed out,  and as we rounded Lowland point we waded in mud and water,  probably the wettest of the walk.  It was unavoidable but still tried to use the odd stepping stone.
At Trevean Quarry the going was alot drier and crushed granite led us passed the workless area before heading inland.
A chap stood by one of the concrete buildings looking shifty. A military helicopter circled and all we could think  this chap was on exercise,  the copter chaps waved,  we returned the gesture hoping for a free trip. We probably looked military in our green snugpaks and backpacks.
The path took us inland,  the wooden bridge crossing a stream was covered in gravel washed down from the path. So much rain damage to the paths.
We weaved on lanes to Porthallow feeling guilty we did not stop at Fat Apple cafe and regretting we had not as no shop had food,  there was engines and art things but no bloody food without going in the 5 Pilchards pub.
At the bay was a marker stating we were half way through the South West Coast Path at 315 miles out of the 630.
We looked at pebbles,  J wanting an ear ring to replace the one he lost,  he found a plastic thing which did the job. He has this stretched piercing which luckily is not over stretched like some I had seen.... not pretty in my eyes!
We ended the days walk heading for Nare point and a couple of miles on. I asked the tide times at the coast watch lookout there. Had a look around and chat with the chaps there before purchasing tins of pepsi to supplement our lack of food.
We pitched further on before Gillan. Then tent pole needing a repair and sheathing. It was a chilly night. I managed to do a pasta oxo curry cuppa soup affair out of our limited supplies.
It looks like the walk tomorrow is going to be fiddly with seasonal ferries not running and tides not helping at the time we arrive at the Flushing crossing meaning a two mile detour.
A chap passed by calling us as we lay in the tent,  he to was backpacking but in the opposite the direction. We gleened info about our obstacles ahead and wished him well as he disappeared in the dark.