This journey is more about finishing something I started two years ago: Cornwall
Always nice to set off in fine weather. At times, I spend too much time analysing the forthcoming weather patterns. I sit around expecting the forecasted rain, only to be standing in the garden with glorious blue skies.
I try to just get on with it now, but generally, fail miserably … far too much procrastination!
Padstow rests on the mouth of the Camel estuary and the fishing grounds of the Atlantic. In the medieval period Padstow was commonly called Aldestowe (meaning ‘old place’).
As with many journeys I’ve undertaken from here, it all generally starts with the descent onto the Camel Trail.