Veryan Day 2 - Fathers Day - Jago Cottage

The day started with a gift from Karen which she provided with Jo's help.

Sorry about the picture of me, but it is the only way to illustrate that it fits!

We bumped into our host, and spoke about the wi-fi - there is a code in the 'black book', but no network is visible.  She spent a little time trying to connect and decided to speak to her son, just back from university.  We also spoke about the TV, the signal is poor and the digital picture breaks up.  When it the sound goes - it is really unwatchable.  A little while later and the JagoCottage network is visible on my phone, my tablet and Jo's phone.  The signal is still poor, but at least we can connect and I can blog.  Later the TV will be exchanged for another, an LG, which is not so badly affected by digital signal problems.  It all gives the sense that we are on the edge of the world.

We started out first venture into the Cornwall countryside.  Smart phone in hand for directions, I am told to turn right at the only road we have come across which leads all the way to the centre of the village - not the best use of Google maps ever!  We arrive at the New Inn, knowing we have seen it before, but we can't remember when.  Both of us know it was late in the day, and that we didn't go inside.  The welcome inside is warm and friendly, and there is no problem taking Brody in.  We order drinks and the Sunday Roast.  We sit at the table discussing phones (Jo has a new smart phone that we are both getting used to), not a subject you would expect such an old couple to be interested in.  The roast dinner arrives quite quickly and is well cooked and hot, although the vegetable portion is a little smaller than I would have liked.  The sweet course is also enjoyable, and we leave the Pub full and refreshed.

There is a booklet in the cottage "Ten Walks in Veryan Parish".  Most of the walks take about an hour.  We start with walk 1, which starts from the Village Hall.  It takes us almost immediately to two of the Veryan round houses. They were built by Revd Jeremiah Trist around the beginning of the 19th century.  They are round so that the devil has no corner to hide in.  I wonder what modern day carpet fitters think of that?

Onward and out of the village we soon come to Carne Beacon, this is the tomb of King Geraint, a 6th century Cornish king, according to legend.  In WWII a Royal Observer Corps post was built on top of it.  I can understand why, the views are amazing, but at the time the locals were appalled at the desecration of the site.  We have the kings subjects and the British Army to thank for somewhere that is easy to stand, that gives such fantastic views.  On returning to the village we took a look at Veryan parish church.  At one time it seated 577, now, I estimate there are about 200 knealers, allowing plenty of space between each of the congregants.

The walk takes the promised 'hour at a leisurely pace', so we are back to the cottage in plenty of time for the Austrian GP highlights.  

After a tea we strive out across country towards Carne Beach.  It takes about 45 minutes on foot, and across country can be difficult.  Cornwall is great for walkers, but not if you have a 36kg dog with dodge back legs!  Behind Jo is one of the worst examples of a stile.  More accurately it is steps up to a 1 meter stone wall.  Lifting Brody over was a challenge, but the open wood built ones of a similar height offer even less places for you to land your dogs paws.

We played on the beach for a only little while because the sun had gone down and the light was beginning to go.  We walked back following the roads with the help of Google Maps.

In the last light of the day I washed the salt out of Brody's fur

Our first walk was about 2.7 miles, our second about 3.7, giving a total of 6.4 for the day.  Not a bad start.