Wednesday
27th January Gale easing to strong W Early fog, cloudy
occasional light rain
In
the hide at Stithians I wait for the fog to lift. The slavonian grebe
is still here and comes quite close.
A party of a dozen or so
long-tailed tits are in the bushes next to the hide when suddenly the
fog disappears and I can see the opposite shore of the large lake. I
am already packed and ready to go.
The
day is a mixture of pedalling and pushing as I come across hill after
hill along this Cornish road.
I
pass through the city of Truro with its prominent cathedral and push
on, literally, towards St Austell. I reach there and find the public
house I stayed in last year. The bike is stowed away in the same place
and I have the same expansive room overlooking the local church with
its interesting small statues on the clock tower. I had forgotten
that the church bells ring loudly every quarter hour.
26.10
miles 2076 feet elevation up 2388 feet elevation down
Fantastic blog and all the best. I live in St.Austell and agree the bell rings very loud
ReplyDeleteHello Mark. Thanks for the compliment over the blog. Sad to leave Cornwall. ATB
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