Not the best of mornings – dull with threatening clouds –
but it is November and the rain holds off for most of the day. Again, the early
sunset could be a problem and we therefore avoid inspecting Gwynne’s cottage in
Mousehole even though it would involve just a 200 yard diversion. After
Mousehole, progress becomes quite slow because of damp/slippy underfoot
conditions and, as on day 23, we finish the day in darkness just beyond Treen
Cliff. From there, the walk up the road to Treen is undertaken with head torch
(more to be seen than to see), but at last we arrive at the Logan Rock Inn for
ciders, discussions about local mayoral elections, and meeting the estimable
Les, who becomes our chauffeur for the next 24 hours. This initially involves
driving us to our B&B, picking us up 45 minutes later to get back to the
Logan Rock for supper, and then – after some wonderful cod and a few more
drinks – returning us to the B&B. John lends his shirt to the landlady of
the pub who knows Rob Cook for a photo.
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