Truro to Enniscaven
After posting my parcel back home, I set off from Truro, with fresh legs after my rest yesterday.
Walking down into the city, I once again got a view of the cathedral, standing out against the city. The street on the way down had lots of painted houses, reminding me of Ballamory. I subsequently had the theme tune stuck in my head for the next 5 minutes!
I walked through Truro, then lanes towards Tresellian. Initially it was a steep climb out of Truro, before dropping back down and following the main road. The next footpath was a welcome change, it was so nice to have the accompaniment of bird song and wind rustling through the trees back again. The footpath was lovely, the lane soon went through a small section of woodland and along a river.
The wind was definitely stronger today, so although it was dry, I kept my waterproof on for most of the day to protect me from the wind chill.
For a large part of the day, I passed the railway. The footpath headed under an impressive viaduct, feeling very similar to the paths through Wye Dale, back home.
After going through Tresellian, I took a series of footpaths, to the outskirts of Probus. The footpaths were lovely double walled grass tracks, with a mixture of gorse and brambles on either side. The best bit was that they weren’t that wet either!
After skirting round Probus, I was back onto a series of lanes to take me to St Stephen. These lanes were really peaceful and quiet. They were definitely proper holiday roads. (In my family, holiday roads are back country lanes that you find when driving on holiday. They’re normally winding, steep and get extra points if they have grass in the middle!)
After St Stephen, I crossed a few more footpaths towards Nanpean, and the sun started to come out, giving beautiful views. From there it was only a few miles along lanes around St. Dennis to my campsite.
As I started to follow the lanes, I soon realised that these weren’t the quiet lanes that I had been on, but were much busier. I instead decided to divert through St. Dennis. This involved a bit more height climbed, but it was definitely worth it. In the middle of the village they had a memorial erected to commemorate the millennium.
I also found the local church. It was locked, so I couldn’t go in, but the church yard was beautiful and quiet. The church is also on the site of an old fort.
From St. Dennis, I followed lanes to my campsite. It was lovely to see some Belted Galloways along the way. These are my favourite type of cattle. They’re like giant fuzzy humbugs.
I was soon down in Enniscaven, and found my campsite for the evening. I soon got my tent pitched, then with the afternoon sun, I left my socks, boots and gaiters to dry after another day on the trails.
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