Porthallow to Falmouth

We rose in the dark, and could see the lights of Falmouth in the distance; across the waves.  We made sure we had an early start this morning as low tide was at 8am, and if we could meet Gillian Creek at low tide we could ford across, saving a couple of miles.

We arrived at Gillian Creek at low tide, and had a choice to make. We could use the stepping stones further downstream, which had been described as “so slippery, they’re unused by the locals”, or ford across in “ankle-deep water”. We chose to ford it, although it ended up being slightly deeper than expected. Anya would say more knee-depth.

We had a couple of miles from here until our next river crossing of the Helford River. This time on a ferry. 

We continued along the coastal forest path to Helford. I’d hoped to fine an establishment to serve me a bacon sandwich, but alas there was none. We caught the first ferry of the morning across the river and carried along to path, via a couple of short diversions.

We stopped for lunch at Maenporth beach café. It even felt sunny and warm enough for an ice cream.

The next section of path to Falmouth was easy going and we made quick progress, reaching our bed for the night; The Cutty Sark pub.