Day Two: Bude to Crackington Haven

Lower Tresmorn

The wind is so strong it knocks me off balance. I can feel the force of it moving the flesh on my face. Drops of spray fly hundreds of meters up the cliff from the sea, stinging my face with an icy slap. 

The sun is shining but the force of the buffeting wind chills. The soft grassy bank is a mattress beneath my bones.