It really was shockingly nippy and very windy; I was very pleased that I'd thought to don my deeply unsexy thermals for the duration, as evidenced by the jauntiness of my demeanour as we marched past Withnoe Barton and onwards toward Tregantle:
After a short, icy and more than slightly hazardous walk in strict single file along the main road we found the footpath back down to St John; the signpost has fallen over, so if anyone's thinking of using it - you'll need to keep your eyes peeled to find the route.
We found shelter in the ancient sunken lane above Jack's Lane, the wind being broken by the overgrown Cornish hedges all around. Lizzie and Mrs The Millbrooker are seen here sporting the latest in tea-cosy headgear to keep their ears from the dangers of frostbite:
My, what fit people we are.