First I am absolutely exhausted after possibly the hottest and most humid day of the whole trip and secondly, I am printing this blog in very large writing because today I have lost my glasses. We were out of the carpark there an elderly lady with her wippets asked whether we had been eating rabbits, when all of a sudden Tom Allan said 'Goodbye, got to catch the bus back to Falmouth' and was gone. He had said very loudly one word in his sleep 'Ready'. I asked 'Ready for what?' and that was the end of the coversation. We asked in the Luggar inn for coffee but were refused by reception. Not to be defeated we got a German waiter to serve us on the terrace of Portloe's delightful harbour. They charged £7.00 for a coffee which sounds a lot but we had in the meantime made good use of the bathroom and filled out pockets with fruit. The walk was hard and uncomfortably sweaty. In the process of wiping my brow with Hankie my glasses must have fallen out. We were having tea at East Port Holland (Bible Christian) having passed West Port Hooand which was Weslian Methodist. I rang back to Portloe but it the end had to conceed that the glasses were probably and may still be somewhere on the South West Coast Path. I now rely on Martin who is dictating the printed blog to Kaya. We saw the impressive Caerhays Castle, rounded Dodman's Point where we met a 70 year old lady on a 700 mile walk going the other way. Later we met a husband and wife who were carrying their 5 months old baby from stages all around the coast Path. It was still unbearably hot when we eventually Mevagissy. martin had jokingly said there may be something going on, and sure enough we his Feast Week, arriving during the triathalon event. It was all very exciting and colourful. We found accomodation at the Ship Inn, ate and then walked about the delights of the lovely fishing town and tonights everyone was dressed as bucchaneers on their way to the disco. It's raining.