June 11th: Lelant to Cape Cornwall

Brea Cove

Day 12. The lovely Caley at the White Hart Hotel has put up my posters throughout the venue and organised me a big packed lunch for the day.

Max and I have breakfast enjoying one another's company one last time. After the joy of spending the evening with Max, laughing and sharing in meaningful conversation, him as protective of me as ever, I now have to say goodbye. He is scheduled to fly back to Melbourne in just a couple of days. Although our time together has been brief, the bond we’ve formed is unquestionable. We have promised to stay in constant contact, talking at least once a day, as he continues to play a pivotal role in supporting both me and the organisation behind this expedition. His contributions are crucial, and I know that even from afar, he will continue to lend his encouragement and time to me. I am beyond thankful for the work both of my kids are putting into this project. There is simply no way I could have pulled it off without them. I like to think Anna is beaming somewhere at us working together the way we are.

As I turn the corner and wave goodbye for the last time, I feel the familiar sting of tears welling up in my eyes. With a heavy heart, I wipe them away and take a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenges that lie ahead.

17 miles of this uneven footing - I'm thankful its not raining

Today turns out to be the hardest day yet, I end up walking an arduous 24.5 miles and climbing 4,000 feet, but more than that the walking surface was atrocious! From St Ives onward, the uneven, rocky ground was slow going and punishing on blistered feet. For over 17 miles, I battle against the harshness of the ground, each step a reminder of the toll this journey is taking on my body. The pain is palpable, but I push through, driven by the purpose of my mission. After what feels like an eternity, I finally arrive at my hotel after an exhausting 9 hours on the path. The moment I step through the door, a wave of relief washes over me, and I am filled with joy at the thought of a long, soothing bath to ease my weary muscles.

Before I went to my room I sat in the bar with an ice pack on my leg and a beer. As I sit there, a young lad approaches me. He asks what has happened to my leg, prompting me to share the story of my day, of the last twelve days and indeed of the past six months, the struggles of the walk and the emotional journey I am on. His name is Bradley and I encourage him to check out the website. It’s heartening to connect with someone who shows genuine interest in my mission.

Later on, Bradley returns to the bar, a smile on his face. He informs me that he has indeed looked at the website and, with a twinkle in his eye, he compliments Anna, saying she is beautiful. His kindness and sincerity touch me deeply as he expresses his intention to donate to the cause on his payday.

Today has been a rollercoaster, physically demanding with an emotional start and end to the day - and with 19 days still to go, I better stay buckled in!

A message from Bob in the morning