From here we aimed inland again to pick up Route 3 for Truro. We stumbled upon The Cornish Mine Trail which kept us off a busy road for 3 miles. Next we joined a bridleway, good for half a mile then choas as it turned to mud. We picked pur way carefully for a mile and breathed a sigh of relief on reaching a road. Julians bike was caked in mud, jammed between front mudguard and wheel. We removed the wheel to clean it as it was so bad. A kind BT engineer laying some fibre cable asked if wd needed a hand. He was also a keen cyclist and offered advice on how to get back on our main route.
The route finding was tricky today so it was a relief to start seeing the Sustrans '3' again.
While in Truro i used a cash machine. Unknown to me i had dropped a fiver out of my pocket. Julian overheard a couple walking past him saying 'do you think that lad knows he's dropped a fiver?' As i turned round to leave the machine Julian shouted 'have you dropped some money?' I looked down and saw it.
In a similar manner, while cycling up that very steep hill in Mousehole, someone shouted to us 'are you cycling?'
Julian turned round and shouted back ' No we're walking'. :-)



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