Day 1  

Start:  Land's End Hostel
End:   St Just.  Trevaylor campsite  
Linear distance walked:  8.5 miles

So, first day's walking!  I had the whole of my hostel secton to myself, and a
double bunk room just for me, so that was a bit of luxury on my 1st night.  I
prepared breakfast and sat down to watch the news, there was big ugly windy
looking graphics running right through the cornwall area, and I heard "gusts
up to 65mph" (I looked up wind speeds later, 65mph is hurricane force!),  It
occured to me that carrying quite a large rucksack, with a bedroll strapped
to the outside was a bit like having sails, and I was about to start walking
by cliffs.   Having packed once, I then unpacked and repacked with the spinnaker
(the bedroll) inside.  Then off I raced out the door, down to Land's End.

Actually it was a plod.  A slow plod, because the pack is too big and heavy for
me.  The actual Land's End area has been horribly over commercialised, eg the
entrance looks like the entrance to a drive-through crematorium, and there's
rides and .. anyway, I bypassed all that and went off on the costal path
through the countryside.  It's eroded in parts, and widely, but rather than
telling people to stick to the middle of the path to stop the erosion spread
they are doing what has ruined eg the Miner's Trail on Snowdon, but putting
stone down to effectively 'pave' the path.

It's windy, but blue skies and white clouds!  An hour or 2 later I turn seaward
and notice it's gone completely grey.  First sign of 65mph gusts and I'm getting
inland.  In never does get up like that though, all day and night I doubt it gusts
more than about force 7.

Although I'm on the coastal path btw, the point of this walk is "and enjoyable
easy long-distance walking exploring places", it's not fixed how I do it, not a
lot of planning has gone into it.  I like this quote (wrongly attributed to
Geothe.  See:  http://german.about.com/library/blgermyth12.htm):

 "Whatever you can do, or dream, Begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic
  in it - Begin it now."

Back to the walk, it's scrambly in places and the pack doesn't lend itself to that
(it has side pockets eg) and generally I'm just going far too slowly, even though
I intended day 1 to be easy.  I get a bit mislaid occasionally, but ok daygenerally
finising about 3pm at a coffee shop, then back to the campsite, where I've pitched
the tent.  I suddenly realise it being windy, cold and damp, I have no where to go
but prone in my too low tent.  It's a Saunders Jetpacker, 1.4kg, great tent, but not high
enough to sit properly.  Charlie the campsite owner appears about 5pm asking if I'd
like the rec. room opened up and I gratefully accept and stay there until 8:30pm.