Well crikey, that was a rude awakening. Our first two days were hard work, and I completely misjudged how much food and water I should be taking on, and felt less than shiny as we crawled into the unbelievably lovely Porth Joke campsite near Newquay.
I wasn’t feeling a whole lot better the next morning as we set off along the lumpy (insanely hilly) coast road up to Padstow. Fortunately a massive lunch and constant snacking and a lot of water nudged me back into gear.
We took the fantastic Camel Trail to Wadebridge, and ploughed on toward Launceston, arriving after dark after some killer hills and a puncture. A late dinner thanks to the lovely folk at the Springer Spaniel pub near Rezare set us straight.
Lesson learnt: eat twice what you normally would, drink gallons of water.