Forgot to mention yesterday : Lyn had walked back from the Minack to meet me. When we headed back along to the van she nearly trod on the biggest viper I had ever seen with superb diamond markings on its back. "Snake, he nearly had her". Get it - adder - oh, please yourselves!
Last night the van took a beating from the wind & rain, however when I started walking, just after 7a.m., the weather was lovely although the track was very muddy. Much scrambling over rocks & boulders today.
I met a fisherman in a hamlet called Penberth Cove. After a bit of a conversation I told him I was walking the SWCP - 630 miles. He seemed totally unimpressed & told me how fit he was for a 74 year old, although he had put on a few inches around the waist. 'A few inches!', the man was at least 17 stone but assured me he ate very little & hadn't been to the pub since September. Isn't it funny how fat people always claim they don't eat much! Get real you fatties! Anyway this fisherman was winching his boat further up the beach due to the 50 m.p.h. winds expected tonight.
Oh God....more humour, pass the aspirins please.
ReplyDeleteAnd hey, stop victimising fat people, skinny legs.
from the fat one with no hair in Ilfracombe.
There was an old geezer called Pete
ReplyDeleteWho was always 'aving bovver wiv 'is feet
But he decided to walk many miles
Over cliffs, beaches and some stiles
And now he's determined he won't be beat !
Anyone feeling the urge to modify this, feel free !
JP