Cornwall

I wake just before 5 am, expecting to be surrounded by sheep, but the mist hides them. It’s damp, and the tent is heavy with early morning dew. I have a sleeping companion — a tick crawls on the floor. […]

The mid-morning ferry carries me across the River Tamar and I step off into Cornwall. The path immediately winds through the attractive grounds of Mount Edgcumbe House. It’s a scorching morning, so I cool down with a pint of Dartmoor