Day 21: Thurs 22nd Sept. Plymouth to Wembury

Farewell to Cornwall! Land of wind and rain, of broken meteorological promises and redundant weather forecasters ("It's going to rain today"). Land of ascending and descending stepped paths smothered in treacherous mud and free-range gravel and boulders. Land of the unexpected slithering and sliding, and hills that rise and rise into eternity.

Yet, to be fair, she is also the land of the wayward fuscia and the wild tamarisk unbowed by nature's extremes of behaviour as they jostle for domination over the coast path. And on those rare occasions when the sun is grudgingly allowed to show its face, the transformation in land and sea-scape is truly electrifying and then all is forgiven.

Oh yes, we will return, but under circumstances of indulgent leisure and not careering along the coast like demented lunatics.

But today was the chance for Devon to shine, and shine she certainly did. From Plymouth to Wembury the whole coast was bathed in sunshine and the glorious transformation reinforced our faith in mother nature. Furthermore the benign conditions and the relatively flat coast path contributed significantly to my fastest run of the challenge so far. However I did have to start the day with another visit to the Plymouth fizzio, Phidippedes Phil (remember?), in order to subdue the resurgence of "Son of Achilles".  Part of the new plan was to immerse my feet in sea water at every opportunity so I told him that I had already immersed my whole body in Cornish rain water several times over!Then it was off to a medical clinic in Plymouth as my home-based doctor had advised me to continue with Warfarin blood sampling. As a result I lost a few valuable running hours but I'm still confident of completing the Coast Path within the 30 days.And so to bed.