Start: COLLIFORD LAKE Finish: LIFTON
Having studied the map this morning I wasn’t particularly looking towards to the start of today’s walk, due to having to walk alongside the busy A30 dual carriageway. It was only for a short distance but there were no obvious alternatives except a wide diversion that would have meant an energy wasting extra two miles. I didn’t really want or need that. So along the A30 it was then. I really didn’t need to worry as there was a decent wide grass verge on which to walk and it was well away from what was fairly light traffic, for 7am on a Saturday morning. Not long after setting off, as often happens, my thoughts quickly turned to food and to where I was going to get something to eat. I had a few snack bars in my pack but wasn’t that keen on having chocolate this early in the morning. As I approached Sprey Moor I spotted a roadside snack van, my prayers had been answered. I ordered a mug of coffee and a bacon bap. The lady serving the food, sorry can’t remember her name was interested in my walk. The only other customers were a friendly man also enjoying a bacon bap and a strong coffee before carrying on to deliver a car to somebody living in Bodmin and a youngish couple travelling towards Truro
The rest of the morning was spent hurdling over barbed wire fences whilst trying to avoid injury to my neffer region. Was managing to avoid the worst of the A30, although the rumbling noise of the traffic was never too far away. I had wanted to look into the famous Jamaica Inn and when I had looked at the map I thought it was on the Western side of the road. As I stumbled across the fields towards the Inn I realised it was actually on the Eastern side. I decided to give it a miss, not wanting to try and cross the now even busier dual carriageway. It probably wouldn’t have been open this early anyway. I had gone through a place called Fourlanes yesterday and Fivelanes today. I’m not even sure whether there’s a Sixlanes but I’m going to look for it on the map and if it exists then I’ll be walking through it tomorrow. As I was walking along a minor road today somebody in a campervan decided it was a good idea to sound their horn as they drove past me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I was walking toward the traffic as close to the verge as possible. I have no idea why they think that it isn’t scary enough walking along the road with cars speeding past in excess of 60mph, without the addition of idiots who like to sound their horn as they pass you. It isn’t funny and it’s not clever.
Anyway, I entered Launceston (it’s pronounced Launston apparently) in the early afternoon and headed towards the local chemist store in order to grab myself a roll of sticky bandage for my painful heels. I don’t know how it happened but somehow both heels have what I would describe as grazing and it’s becoming a little painful in the heat. Having exited the store I sat down on a bench in the middle of the town and almost immediately one of the local drunks started making his way over towards me. As the middle aged p**s head came towards me, without losing eye contact he gave out a loud belch, shook himself into an upright position and then said “You a backpacker”. I guess I am, so I replied in the affirmative. At the same time I diverted my eyes downwards in the hope that he’d take the hint at my lack of interest in where this conversation was going and leave me alone. No such luck, he then just asked me where I was going and when I replied “Lifton” he unnecessarily gave me some long winded instructions on how to get there. I gracefully thanked him and again lowered my gaze. There was then an awkward 30 second silence before he said, “You couldn’t spare a couple of quid, could you”. Bloody expensive the tour guides in Launceston. I’ve never given money to drunks on the street, not because I’m mean but because I know that it would ultimately end up in the till of the nearest off licence, so I politely refused. Thankfully he just walked off scanning the street for his next target. I saw and heard the same male again ten minutes later exchanging angry expletives with another male, it had something to do with a financial debt. On my way out of Launceston I passed a significant sign telling me that despite only walking for a week I was now entering my second county, Devon and bidding farewell to Cornwall. I ordered a quick pint at the Fox and Grapes in Lifton together with a large portion of fish and chips, before turning my attention to where I was going to sleep tonight. The lady behind the counter at the Fox and Grapes wasn’t able to help so I started to make my way along the side of the River Lyd in the hope of finding somewhere to set up camp. Fortunately, a short while later I happened to come across a lady named Jill who lived on Spry Lane near Lifton. Fortunately for me she owned a large field by the side of the river and she said I was more then welcome to stay there tonight, happy days. I checked the weather forecast earlier and I’m expecting my first LEJOG rain tomorrow.