Day Four: Tintagel to Port Isaac

A bright day: 

Weather beaten but up beat, we strode along the coastal path, clinging to the edge of the land

The liminal space between land and sea grew and shrunk as we passed from bay to hill top, from harbour to crumbling path

Greeted by the fantastic Caroline Cleave, we had a tour of Port Isaac before Fisherman's Friends sung the day into night on the harbour

We slept deeply, with salty skin and happy memories of a colourful day