A Sunday stroll
May. 21st, 2012 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustYesterday we walked to Mevagissey along the coast path:
We weren't sure whether we would get all the way, because GirlBear is still recuperating from the thrombosis which had her in hospital before Christmas, and the air was soft and hazy and every now and then almost rainy. But we set off bravely up the path, with plenty of pauses to look back ("This must be the last view of Gorran Haven," and then, over the next ridge, "Oh, look, there's Gorran Haven again!") and to admire all the wild flowers, and occasionally just to catch our breath - and by the time we felt we were really ready for a break, it was lunchtime and we'd reached the Rising Sun in Portmellon.
By the time we'd lunched, and watched the tide rise over the beach, we were ready to walk a little further, so we carried on into Mevagissey, checked out the bookshop (where we bought a map and, I admit, a book or so), the ferry timetable and the coffee shop, where we planned a shorter return route: a long path along the flank of a meadow, then down to a footbridge and another long haul up to the road and back, with a couple of cross-field short cuts, to Gorran Haven. I think on the last downhill stretch I was in a worse state than GirlBear, but we made it home and collapsed for a well-deserved quiet evening of television (Vera, which really seems to have hit its stride: the two episodes I've seen of the second series were both well-paced and gripping).
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We weren't sure whether we would get all the way, because GirlBear is still recuperating from the thrombosis which had her in hospital before Christmas, and the air was soft and hazy and every now and then almost rainy. But we set off bravely up the path, with plenty of pauses to look back ("This must be the last view of Gorran Haven," and then, over the next ridge, "Oh, look, there's Gorran Haven again!") and to admire all the wild flowers, and occasionally just to catch our breath - and by the time we felt we were really ready for a break, it was lunchtime and we'd reached the Rising Sun in Portmellon.
By the time we'd lunched, and watched the tide rise over the beach, we were ready to walk a little further, so we carried on into Mevagissey, checked out the bookshop (where we bought a map and, I admit, a book or so), the ferry timetable and the coffee shop, where we planned a shorter return route: a long path along the flank of a meadow, then down to a footbridge and another long haul up to the road and back, with a couple of cross-field short cuts, to Gorran Haven. I think on the last downhill stretch I was in a worse state than GirlBear, but we made it home and collapsed for a well-deserved quiet evening of television (Vera, which really seems to have hit its stride: the two episodes I've seen of the second series were both well-paced and gripping).
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