Watergate Bay Day Three

Sunday allowed us the opportunity to take a longish walk along the cliff path to Newquay via Porth beach. The photos start with a kestrel which looked unreal as it hovered mere feet from us as if it were a kite attached to a nearby fence by catgut or some other invisible line. Even as we neared it, we still could not be sure, especially as it continued to hang in front of us with other walkers close by, all drawn toward it by its proximity and mastery. There was a point when I dropped a little and the right leg hung lower revealing the long talons which would grip any prey tight. For a moment it glanced around staring at us with a steady, unemotional eye, a small falcon but with that same cold power of bigger relatives. It fell to ground, a stoop of just a few feet, landing on the grassy clifftop but without any apparent success and then threw itself forward slicing through the wind to start again. Magical.

There are pictures of Newuay Harbour area where we had a couple of drinks enjoying the people around us and their games, the Newquay town beach and Porth Beach. The final picture is from the start of the walk before Watergate Bay looking across in the direction we would be travelling in.

The walk was a good one given we had the two girls who are very patient and could walk for hours but probably would prefer not to. It was just a little over 5 miles and we had a nice picnic at Porth before pushing on to Newquay, my first visit.

The return home was on a bus, an open top one at that, which Paul enjoyed despite the rain which had started to fall. Back at camp we got a big curry and lentil dahl on the go which we ate prior to the Champions League final which turned out to be a rather disappointing game. It succeeded in getting us into bed for just after 10 where the girls were keen to watch Muana, the first time I have fallen asleep listening to that particular favourite.

The journey home the next day went well. It is much easier packing the motorhome, unplugging the electric hook up, emptying the toilet a last time, emptying the waste water and surplus water and finding myself really enjoying driving Amy by the time we were back into Devon. You do get used to the size and needs of the bigger vehicle and it becomes much more natural over time. I was even waving to other motorhome drivers with confidence as we neared home.