More amazing weather, and me taking wrong turns on lanes into farmyards and alongside old streams. Bovine encounters. Ancient paths from St. Just down into the valley of Tregeseal, and then finally out onto the moor where gorse and heather and bracken lie below the scudding clouds. A kestrel hovering. The ancient stone circle, and a young woman seen from a distance offering her prayers. This was my longest walk on the trip, and not just because I got turned around a few times. After reaching the glorious height of Carn Kenidjack I continued to Carn Bean and its incongruous cell tower set next to a Neolithic barrow. A fabulous day.
Flat Two 