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Day 4 - Pendower Beach - Portloe (return) - 8 miles - 4 hours
Easter weekend could mean only one thing - Yes, lousy weather. Well it was to start with. Someone needs to invent a jacket that takes itself going uphill and puts itself back on coming down, or at the top....So I parked at the end of Pendower and slipped a few Everest promotion cards onto unsuspecting motorists' windscreens. I wonder if such blatant self-promotion ever works?! I then set off across Carne Beach and underneath the Nare Hotel. I know it is posh because those on the beach actually said 'hello', and they weren't locals. Manners cost nothing. My book didn't cover this stretch. Just as well as it wouldn't describe the going as 'flat' and I might have avoided it. I skirted round an annoying holidaymaker who tried to negotiate a stile while conducting a business meeting on her mobile - why is it only my phone that won't work on the path? Round Nare Head, Manare Point and 4 miles later I arrived at picture postcard Portloe - deserted due to the weather. Note to self- Return and spend an afternoon in the pub there. I'm beginning to realise that the Public footpath signs have been twisted round for a laugh by someone. When I tried to traipse through someone's pond I realised it was time to get the map out. What no bus I hear you cry? Well I did spot one and was sorely tempted but I don't think Western Greyhound run in the Himilayas so I resisted the temptation. Feeling the pace I took a short cut back across the fields to Carne beach pausing only for an ice-cream served by a ubiquitous (polite) Eastern European teenager ?!! As I took my boots off I was shaken out of my stupor by an excited Yorkshire accent - did you see the black throated divers ?(http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdguide/name/b/blackthroateddiver/videos.aspx) Realising he was probably talking about birds I feigned some interest out of politeness. Fatal. Although he was excited he was disappointed he hadn't seen any Red throated divers. Setting up an enormous tripod and camera I was then obliged to take a look at 5 of the very boring birds swimming about down below. Apparently Gerrans Bay is renowned for the things. He was with his long-suffering wife combining a visit to Cornwall to climb some Marilyns (he'd done all the Munros) with viewing this rare creature. Nice couple though. See below for Marilyns!! PS Aching a bit.
Interesting Fact? :
Marilyn (hill)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
A Marilyn is a mountain or hill in the United Kingdom, Republic of Ireland or Isle of Man with a relative height of at least 150 metres (492 ft), regardless of absolute height or other merit. The name was coined as a punning contrast to the designation Munro, used of a Scottish mountain with a height of more than 3,000 feet (914.4 m), which is homophonous with (Marilyn) Monroe.
There are 2,009 Marilyns identified: 1,216 in Scotland, 455 in Ireland (of which 66 are in Northern Ireland), 176 in England, 157 in Wales, 5 on the Isle of Man. Black Mountain, in the Black Mountains, on the border between England and Wales, was formerly counted in both countries but is now treated as being in Wales only.[1] The list of Marilyns in Britain was compiled by Alan Dawson in his book The Relative Hills of Britain,[2] and continues to change as resurveying produces revised heights for hills and the passes between them. The list was extended into Ireland by Clem Clements in a booklet, The Hewitts and Marilyns of Ireland.[3]
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