At 5:50am the dawn chorus starts, this time dominated by wrens and a few robins. I start getting up shortly after. It’s been a blustery night and I didn’t pitch the tent that well as I rushed and compromised and it showed with a fair amount of flapping through the night to keep me awake. I’ll get there. As I write while finishing my overnight oats I think I can hear a peregrine falcon calling and oystercatchers are just calling on the rocks down below. I am eager to get moving now so will pause for now and set off at 7:30am. I’m pleased to get to Tintagel noting workmen are doing pretty extensive remedial work on the bridge. But disregarding the activity Fulmars are nesting on the cliffs and I hear a peregrine calling somewhere on Tintagel cliff. I feel the first drops of rain and my heart sinks - surely not. But 5 minutes later I decided to get my waterproofs on and eat the second part of my breakfast - a sausage roll. The rain becomes heavy at 8:15am but to my delight I think I see...