There was very loud thunder early in the morning. The Ship Inn where we stayed was at the lowest point in the town. It flooded. It was a good job we came down late to breakfast because they were still mopping up. They are flooded at least 3 times a year so the floor is all stone and the electricity all well up the wall. After a damp breakfast we had to get 2 important things - a new notebook and reading glasses. Boots had nothing so I was forced to buy cheap glasses for £2.99 at a gift shop by the harbour. It was still raining when we left so walked on the road to Charlestown. Charlestown was the creation of a 19th century entrepreneur who developed it as a place to export tin and copper and later China clay. We visited the museum to get out of the rain and got bombarded with too much information about heritage and especially shipwrecks. However, it was the main port for shipping China clay out from the mines above the nearby St. Austell. We walked to the rather austere villages of Par and Parmear through Cornwall's industrail area when we had to decide whether to camp or walk on to Fowey. The campsite was all caravans in an unpleasant location so we constructed a route to nearby Fowey across country via a walk called The Saints' Way. THis was the nicest path of today's walk and although the mist had rolled all over us we enjoyed the novelty of going across rolling countryside. On walking into Fowey we were hailed by a couple who said they had seen us three times today already in a rather accusatory tone but proceeded to tell us of their rather nice B&B which is where we are now staying. This blog is being written in a very pleasant Oriental restaurant where Martin and I are feeling well tired.