Another afternoon for exploring (read: getting lost) around the lanes…
Via St. Erth…
Apparently Long Lane is so called because it is a long lane…
…you reach a point where it is too far to turn back and so you press on to see where you end up 🚴♀️
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Old man on an old bike (day five)
A morning walk on the north cliffs across the Knavocks…
Pausing to picnic To The Lighthouse ….
And on to see the seals….
But we did not manage to climb down to the nudist beach.
An afternoon bike ride included a shortcut recommended by big sister which turned out to be a very muddy track…
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Old man (not) on an old bike (yet again) (day four)
Even in the ever sunny Cornwall there are grey drizzly days which are ideal for walking and getting lost in the labyrinthian lanes…
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Old man (not) on an old bike (day two)
Blustery winds combined with hills was enough to abandon the bike. As my daily stride count had fallen well below the 20,000 average it was time for a stroll to Gwithian. On the way one admired the strange crops farmers have these days…
Compared the feeble looking blackberries when compared with their luscious Mancunian cousins…
And here we are….
That seems to have done it….
Note to self: remember to wear shorts for such excursions 😎☀️