Tour de England 2025: Stage six: Penzance to Liskeard...'Dance Across The Floor'

It was Mission Impossible to get any laundry dry overnight: the RH must've been 99%! There was a serious amount of rainfall overnight, and my wee pod had a mini-forest behind it. In the event it wasn't gonna matter one jot!

And away from The Pirate. I don't think we'll see each other again...

The first order of business was to get myself feed and watered in Penzance's McDs: the bonus ball was that they did their version of porridge...I heart the stuff! Oh, and sausage & egg McMuffin, hash brown etc...and the free water bottle filling too. Nice one Ronald!

Troughing!

Would suit those who value seclusion...

From there it was away to checkpoint number two: Lizard Point, which is the most southerly point on mainland England. But of course you lot all knew that, right? Because I would be retracing my steps to and from LP, it made sense to stash the panniers in a secure location just to make life easier albeit of only 15 miles or so. There literally was nowhere that you would class as suitable or secure, so the below had to do...

Just pleased that they were still there on my return, and no wetter either!

It was a right trudge to LP, in ever worsening visibility and winds: I'd be lucky to get anyone there to take a photo. In the event there was one bird-watcher who was cowering behind an umbrella and he looked a little startled to see me appear. I do appear to have that effect, hah-hah! Anyway, I think he was glad to have something to do for a minute or so...

The cards are cruel tonight!

Rugged, wild and windswept. Bueno!

After being reunited with my excess baggage, it was off into the up-and-down rest of the route to Liskeard. Thank Goodness there were two notably flat sections- the two ferry crossings, hah-hah!
Falmouth to St Mawes was about 20 mins across and I enjoyed the break...certainly more enjoyable than the ramps outta town. Gawd!

Gweek Creek ahoy!

G'bye to Falmouth...£10 one-way? Scandal, hah-hah!

Cards marked at a cafe on the pier...

It was just as predicted: up and down all the way to Liskeard. Thankfully there was World's Most Picturesque Ferry Crossing™from Fowey to Boddinick to break it all up...only for 4 minutes though!
The route managed to avoid civilisation or at least any Spars, 7-11s, petrol stations or anywhere that might offer up some calories. It was gone 1.30pm and I was nearly out of water, never mind food. I'm trundling through yet another tiny village when I spy Veryan Stores. Major result, both for them and me!

I reckoned on no more rain, so off came the overshoes...

Genuine Cornish Pasty lurking at the back.

Fowey..is nice!

I can make that!

Lo and behold another insane gradient is waiting to smack you around the chops on the other side, hah-hah! On more than a few occasions the nature of the country lanes meant traffic having back-up to a passing place. The Top Trump card is if you're pulling a trailer: then the other party will reverse for you it seems. Not really want you want to be faced with when you come bombing around a corner, but there you go!

Paper, scissors, rock.

Liskeard is only another 5 miles. Good!

It was great to happen across the Prem Inn: what wasn't so great was the delay in waiting to get checked-in. I ain't got no time for that! Anyway, the usual trio of admin, ale and food followed. What did not follow was this 'ere diatribe, as any usable signal (4g or wi-fi) evaporated. Non bueno!