Land's End

We woke up to pouring rain today. The plan was forTerry and I to drop Sue off at her course and then carry on to Lands End, England's most westerly point and do a coastal walk. I was really excited and I packed my bag with all the necessary items. I knew I'd get wet, but I didn't mind. I was primed to see the beauty of this rugged coastline I had read so much about. When we got to Lands End, it was so windy I began to have second thoughts only from the safety aspect. We went into the coffee shop had a coffee and then I decided I wanted to go regardless of the weather. Terry did as well though he only wanted to walk to Sennen, a mile away. I wasn't thrilled about walking alone on a treacherous path but once we got going it seemed to settle down a bit and was fine. We parted ways at Sennen and after meeting and getting information from a very friendly woman named "Irish Annie"at the National Trust office (an old fort overlooking the sea),  I carried on nearly to Port Cornwall where it veered off to the small town of St Just.  Battered into dramatic shapes by the Atlantic winds and waves, jagged cliffs rise from the wild waters. It took me about three hours and it was stunningly beautiful....words can't describe it. I had walked about an hour and a half when I reached a high rocky bit where the path seemed to end rather abruptly. I found myself peering over the cliff edge looking down a rock face to the sea below. I had no choice but to turn back. When I did, I met three guys who were headed that way and I told them they wouldn't be able to pass. Just then, another guy came down heading in the opposite direction of which we were going and told us we just had to scramble over the rocks and we would be okay. So that's what we did and my new friends Ian (Groggy), Mark, and Aidy (Adrian) found themselves with a new walking partner. They were very kind and two of them were heading to Port Cornwall as well so it made sense to walk together. When we got to the sign that said St Just I decided to leave them and head there to meet Terry. I invited them to join us for a pint at the Kings Arms Pub, which they did. It had started raining heavily and the last 45 minutes was torrential. Luckily the pub had a roaring fire going and we warmed up rather nicely, hung our clothes in front of the fire and had a good time. The owner of the pub was doing a quiz night and practiced on us...so much fun! We said goodbye, another couple of people that will remain in my memories of this amazing journey.