It was pretty easy, and with no rush called for I plodded to the finish in just over 6 hours - a good hour behind Liz who had left early to try and beat the heat of the afternoon. The weather doesn't particularly bother me, whether hot or cold wet or dry, and Lands End was reached by 4.30 pm, via Penzance.
Penzance is steeped in history, and tales of smuggling and piracy have been passed down the generations. Never having visited Penzance, it was a little sad to just walk straight through the town in a matter of minutes, but hey ho, the objective was a further 11 miles away.
Lands End really has been turned into a money-making gimmick, with shops and vastly over-priced goods in abundance. Fast food outlets and many other ways of getting visitors to part with their money for little return surround you. Not for me, never was.