Day One 26.2K
The car park in Portreath was our starting point, and after a mere seven minutes it was just a speck, barely visible from the lofty cliff top. Sixteen runners, gasping for breath, legs held in a lactic grip and still 25K to go!! Hundreds of feet down and then up, glorious views from the top, gorse blazing yellow and dunes like a nightmare gym session!!
Godrevy Lighthouse still warns the errant sailor and Hell's Mouth reminds us of smugglers sucked to their death in pursuit of riches. Hayle, the World Heritage site with lofty claims of changing the world and an old man in his nineties, still changing his world, defiantly walking despite the crippling effects of old age.
The day was an inspiration, a wonderful reminder that nothing beats a rumble.
