With Newquey just 7 miles down the road off i went into tourism hell. Pass the airport. There was a spitfire in a garden and various other bits of aircrafts in others. Arriving in Newquey was a shock to the system people everywhere wondering aimlessly round shops full of tatt. Surf boards and beach bums everywhere. What a place. One redeeming feature was a pub called Leadbellies. Here i was going to join the Southwest Coastal Path for my final walk into lands end. but first i had to get to perranporth. This path although beautifull scenery can be testy at times. It was so nice to see the sea after so long. It was a long old slog to the campsite in and out and up and down.
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