Where else in the world can you walk on a public footpath through an army firing range? The presence of sheep and cows helped make us feel save, and we spent most of the day shrouded in mist. The day’s oddity was a group of houses, spread out along the cliff, without any driveways anywhere nearby! The fog ruined any views that there might have been from a 600-year-old chapel on our final headland. We finished the day staying at a pub in Kingsand that used to straddle the Cornwall/Devon border before the border got moved to the River Tamar in 1844 to fix an issue that dated from 936! On our penultimate hiking day, we’d found 10 miles and 1300 ft of ascent quite easy, finishing at about 1pm.
We could just make out a golf flag as we hiked past the golf course next to the pub we’d stayed at.The mist brought the cobwebs to life.Soon, we entered the firing range! The red flag wasn’t flying, so it wasn’t closed, and we made sure we didn’t touch any debris of any kind!This sheep and Janet stared each other down for a while. I didn’t help when I thanked him for his cousin being so tasty the day before!This cow was friendlier and told Janet that the path was safe and they were happy for us to pass!I guessed it got windy here sometimes!We left the firing range at the Tregantle Fort, built in the mid-1800s to defend the nearby naval dockyard from the French.The fog cleared enough for us to see that we were on the top of a cliff.These houses looked interesting, but the only way to access them was along a long, narrow footpath.The fog lifted enough that we could see the bottom part of the upcoming headland, though we reentered the cloud. Not until we were very close could we see the 600-year-old chapel on Rame Head.A cool place for our lunch.The cobwebs were still there!We learned that the many blueberries we’d seen were sloe berries on blackthorn bushes. While Google suggested they were not poisonous and tasted very sour, we did not try them!There were still many ripe blackberries, though I had to wait for this dock bug to move before picking these two beauties! This dark wood was extra moody in the mist.We saw clouds of mist blown across our route as we walked along this fine path to the green tunnel.Cawsand BeachThe view of the former Devon / Cornwall boundary out of our bedroom window.
"Cajunlimeys" combines Lousiana (Janet) and Britain (Peter). British sailors in the 19th century were nicknamed "limeys" as they drank lime juice to prevent scurvy. However, while Janet is a fine cook, she has no Cajun blood, but the name fit.
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The Adventures of the Cajunlimeys 