I had news from Tribey, he was coming down to Falmouth and it was decided that we would meet for a couple of pints in that fair town. This meant that I had to leave Sennen so I headed for Hayle, near St Ives. The initial part of the journey merely retraced Day 1's cycle ride from Penzance. Along the way I passed the man from Carlisle. It made me wonder if he had abandoned his plans to walk all the way back to his home town. He had complained about his knee to the couple next to us on the Sennen campsite. Anyway, I just cycled past him, after all, he never said goodbye.
Once in Hayle I sought after a campsite that me and Mel had used many moons ago, in the dunes near a place called Phillack. Eventually I found it but they wanted to charge me £29. I said "I could stay in to a hotel for that". The woman said "But we've got swimming pool", I nearly replied by pointing to the Atlantic Ocean about 100 yards away but I didn't. After a few ups and downs (hills I mean) I found another campsite that was in the dunes and a stones throw away from the sea, for £12.
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