When there are gates on the path, they are secured and we always locked them again behind us. If they can be pushed open, they will be - by curious cows or hungry sheep.
Part of an inland footpath through farm fields - note the wool along fence from the sheep.
Torpedo Buoys are situated all along the coast. This one is on a benign-looking beach, but some are on cliffs and that's sobering. Locals tell us that there are always rescues and usually there is a death or three every year from hikers falling off the cliffs.
Sand dunes walking into Padstow.
Padstow is a quaint village that used to be strictly a fishing village but has turned into a big tourist destination. They say it is because of a famous English chef - Rick Stein - who decided to locate several restaurants here, buy up some of the old and decrepit buildings and re-do them to a very high standard as rentals, and do some heavy marketing.
Locals don't seem to mind as it is a fairly high rent district so it's a clean and neat as a pin town.
The side streets and lanes remind me of Alexandria, VA (though a bit more pastel.)
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