Camel Trail 3

 I'm in Padstow.

Home to the great and good.

Fish and chips? Not at the moment, thanks, I've had lunch (Thai chicken and lemongrass soup and sushi, since you ask).

I'm strolling along another part of the Camel Trail, going east from Padstow. There are about 500 cyclists, one red faced jogger and the odd walker.

Very odd.

The trail itself is not particularly exciting although the Camel estuary is very picturesque. Much of the trail is basically a woodland path. But for me the enjoyment is observing the people, particularly the cyclists. And I'm hunting the elusive Little Egrets.

It's fascinating to catch snippets of cycling family conversation. "Are we at Padstow yet, Dad?". "The thing we have to remember is that we're in the South China sea". "Did she like you saying that?". "Henry, don't forget to brake". "Henry, slow down". "Henry, stop! STOP!".

"Sorry about that". No worries, I'm still alive. Ring your bell!

It's amazing what cyclists can tow. There was a yappy black dog in a mobile kennel, another - a fluffy brown thing - in a home made device and what seemed to be twins in a baby carriage.

One father had the right idea, cruising along on an electric scooter, not a care in the world, while his kids pedalled their bikes furiously and sweated profusely.

Aha, I spy my prey. A pair of Little Egrets at last.

I told you they are little. You'll just have to trust me on this.

At last I am back in Padstow. It's hot and sticky and I'm knackered. I deserve a treat. Shall I have an iced coffee and a cake, or an ice cream?

I'm not telling.