Another grey drizzly day brightened a little after lunch and I set off for the coast. I hadn't been to Portreath (our nearest beach) for ages and it's much nicer in winter without any crowds. Less than 3 miles from home, as I suspected there were only a few on the beach and a couple surfers hoping the waves would improve. I passed the beach car park and climbed part way up Lighthouse Hill on the far side to capture today's photo. The tide was almost in filling the outer harbour below me as I looked across to North Hill - with Smugglers Cove tucked in the corner and Black Rock offshore.
The rain was threatening again but returning home meant tackling the steep half mile hill I'd just come down (which I didn't fancy) so I continued on the more gentle route up the valley towards Redruth. No activity on the vast BMX track after the Porthtowan turn - unusual for a weekend - but plenty of coaches outside Treasure Park, a favourite stop for pensioners down from the north staying in Newquay or Falmouth at this time of year. Through Redruth town centre, I thought it about time I tried NCR3 again along the edge of Carn Brea. It was a real slog up through the village (just as remembered) but with the next spinning class in mind, I tried a fair part of it standing up - which is UNKNOWN for me! Much easier going at the top with Carn Brea Monument and Castle above me on the left and industrial Pool laid out below on the right with the coast beyond; but another switchback followed (through Brea) before I reached Camborne. A quick stop at Tesco was NOT quick at 5pm on a Saturday and it was dark when I finally emerged - had to rig up my lights for the last mile home where Richard was wondering where I'd got to. It never did rain and I clocked up 18 miles!
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