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Beyond a softly rolling field to the valley and on to East Wood. Sometimes a likely habitat for hobgoblins is obvious. East Wood must hide its magic somewhere - was that a tree or a witch waving its branches? A stream babbles, sunlight dapples, a dove coos.

And then Crackington Haven breaks the deep stirrings. Waves slither through tiny fragments of rock, surfers ride the swell, families lick an ice cream. The cliff rises on each side like a funnel of air, brine, rock.

The route rises to the west. It steepens towards Cambreak from where the views make a knee breaking climb worthwhile. There are times when cattle litter the hillside here. It is a lonely windswept peak - the perfect spot for rumination.

From Cambreak the coastal path descends and meanders along above The Strangles. Kestrel swoop in the skies above. Multichrome heather stretches like the cloth of a tweed blanket over the land. The loop closes and another one opens.

farmland

View of Trehole Farm

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East Woods