It was, of course, miles, and it took us about four hours, there and back. Note that four hours is what the silver binder held was typical for the more rugged coastal hike up a steep cliff face to the south.
We don't regret a step of the journey, though my and Vic's feet, ankles, and heels have registered their protest. The first pic below is of the zig-zag walk up the initial hill (we came up from the back of the cream shops, out of frame to the right; there are, I believe, tiny human figures at the summit). Other pics are of the sights along the way; the ruins of Tintagel will appear elsewhere.
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