Sennen - Lands End - Newquay - 81k - Tues 12 June

We met two other cyclists at breakfast - wonderful people - Steve and Denise - who are doing the 'End to End' - but B&B'ing it. They left before us, and signed their papers etc at Lands End - we met them when we were on the way down, as well as another lone cyclist - he was headed for Newquay - Steve and Denise were headed to St Austell.

We loved Lands End - people had told us not to expect it to be anything - but the sun came out, the coast looked so enchanting, and their were lots of people about. A photographers paradise.

We were happy about paying for the official photo with our personal details on the historic sign post - and then reluctantly left for the 80k or so to Newquay on the northern coast of Cornwall.

First it was back to Penzance, and with the benefit of the nights rest, the return trip felt no where near as hilly as the night before.

We loved Penzance, and also reluctantly left, and decided to hightail it up the highway to Newquay, which we did in smart fashion. This was Julie's cruising terriory, and we made good time.

I will post more on this later. The fields of Cornwall are just enchanting, even from the highway.

I forgot to say, but on the Nroad between Torigni and St Lo where we shouldn't have been, we were unceremoniously escorted off by an RTA type van, who said it was too dangerous! We had our own lane, like the M2. They dumped us off on a country road with no verge, a bumpy edge singlre lane with traffic whizzing close by us - we felt ever so much safer!! Thanks french RTA.

In Britain no such restrictions - the traffic whizzes by - no verge but great roads.

Near Newquay we decided to pull off for 'chips' - and the lone cyclist who left about 1.5 hours befor us went by - we had somehow made up time and passed him during the day. All Julie's doing at the front of the pack!

Newquay is an equivalent to Surfers Paradise, except built like a typical smugglers cove. It was ceawling with uni students on a booze binge break. We were glad to be at the camp ground on the northern beach of Porth. It was a great night in the tent.

The next morning we walked the long long steep hill to the top of the Porth cliff (just for the magnificent views!!).