Another long, hard day but with a nice break in the middle.
It was hot today; too hot to be lugging a 15kg pack up and down hills on the coast path – but thinking about it, I would rather the heat that the rain.
The coast path immediately after Torquay was particularly up and downy and I worked up a good sweat. Thank heavens for the ice cream man in the car park at the top of one of the tougher climbs.
I stopped off briefly to say hi to my friend Maia who lives on route. She was celebrating the birthday of a friend of her’s called Carole. Thanks Maia and Carole for sharing your feast with a smelly walker.
I caught the ferry to Teignmouth and pushed on hoping to be in time to catch a ferry from Dawlish across the Exe but needless to say I was too late. (This is becoming a bit of a habit.) Unfortunately, because I was in a town, it was hard to find somewhere to camp. I decided i would try a commercial site but I traipsed around all the sites marked on my OS map and they were either closed or were now holiday parks.
I reverted to the coast path in desperation and spotted a promontory with a grassy top. Cutting a long story short, that is now where I am. It’s a tad noisy as it is next to the train line but beggars can’t be choosers.
197 miles so far – five of which were wasted looking for a camp site.
Lesson learnt – use phone.