Only one more stretch after this one.

Our first walk on the coast since the lock-down and we completed our penultimate leg of the Coastal Footpath. Only one more to go and we've completed our circumnavigation of the county. It was never going to be an easy one and it certainly didn't disappoint in this regard. Rather up and downy because of the hanging valleys but it was what we expected. To be forewarned is to be prepared. The weather was decidedly cooler than recent days, with a reasonable wind for most of the way around. Actually, rather good conditions for this stretch. We'd missed the best of the wildflowers and, as this not a part of the coast for breeding seabirds, there wasn't much in the way of flora and fauna to see, neither did we pass anything notably historical - no industrial archaeology etc. But it's a part of the coast that delights geologists: it's a pity that we are not geologists and couldn't appreciate what we saw from that perspective. Having said all that, it was a very enjoyable walk but it won't be one that we'd rush to repeat.

We left one car at Crackington Haven and took the other to Widemouth Bay, just south of Bude. From there we walked back to the first car. It was about 6.5 miles and, as the elevation profile shows, not a lot of it was on the level.

Oooh, look. Steps. Lots of them. Luckily, these were going down not up. But we came across lots more going up. I think we both have the view that steps going down are easier to negotiate than steps going up. The pitch of those going up never quite seem to match our respective stride lengths.

Widemouth Bay from our starting point. The far headland is just about where our last leg of the coastal footpath will end. Keen eyes will make out the satellite dishes of GCHQ Bude

Typical geological formation for this part of the coast - the folds are called chevrons apparently.

Where we've come from on the right and where we are going on the left. The distances were about correct.

And this is pretty much the whole of the route we took. Navigation on the coastal footpath is never difficult - just keep the sea to your right and you can't go wrong.

A rather intricate handpost on a stile. I've never seen one like this before. It lead into one of those attractive grottos that we come across every now and again.

The least I can do is to acknowledge Mervyn Northcott and his memorial bench at The Dizzard, the highest point on our walk. His obituary reads: N"ORTHCOTT Mervyn Of East Dizzard, St Gennys died on 5th April 2011 suddenly whilst working on the farm, loving Husband of Mary and treasured Dad of Mark and Elizabeth and Father-in-law of Sharon and very special Grandad to Sam, Jack and Ben". The inscription reads "'No one truly leaves this place who loved it so'.

The trig point at Dizzard Point. At that angle it was obviously never going to be any good at its original function. But that's not a problem, thanks to GPS and all that modern stuff.

More chevrons. Even a non-geologist can appreciate the forces that produced these formations.

The path down from the Dizzard. Vertiginous is a good word to describe it. Bloody steep are two more.

Curious as ever, I tried to find out something about Bob and Joan Wilton and what their connection with the area was. For once, Mr Google let me down.

Looking across to the parish church of St Gennys, dedicated to St Genesius, either a French priest martyred by beheading or a  war weary Roman soldier who 'retired' to Cornwall. Whichever one it was, how did he become the patron saint of this small Cornish hamlet? It's an interesting church and we visited it sometime last year.

Mrs P heading down into another hanging valley from Chipman's Point. We had worse descents on this walk.

The path down from Castle Point - no castle and not very pointy. The route up was deceptively easy, not so the way down. No castle, perhaps, but somewhere up there are the remains of a Celtic hill fort, dating back to 300BC.

Looking down onto Crackington Haven from Pencannow Point, journey's end. We've often looked up at the point and wondered what it was like up there. Now we know.

And this is the last stretch left to us. Sandy Mouth to Marsland. By all accounts, this is one of the most 'undulating' parts of the Coastal Footpath.