This morning I managed to sleep later than yesterday, but unlike in Texas it’s still possible to run at 8 A.M. and not fry. Yeah, the Irish keep mentioning how warm it is–and admittedly I was prepared for highs in the 60s not mid 70s, although it still doesn’t qualify as hot–but it was still pleasantly cool when I headed out to find the Scilly Walking Tour trail.
I can’t be the only one who went immediately to the Ministry of Silly Walks skit, right?
I retraced my steps from yesterday but could see no signs or gates indicating its location. I knew, though, where to find the other end of it–almost to Summercove–so I ran (hiked) up the High Road and figured I’d follow the Scilly Walk back.
And it was amazing.
Hilly at first, then mostly flat as it followed the curve of the harbor toward the town center. Narrow, paved with asphalt, and incredibly green. Gates and doors led to various residences, and one person had even gotten a car down there. But the vegetation obscured most signs of human habitation–it was quiet and peaceful and incredible. I encountered two people the whole way.
Once I followed a dirt path, just to see where it went, and it deposited me on the High Road in a place I immediately recognized. It had one of those zigzag barriers that people can walk through but vehicles can’t negotiate, just like the one at the far end, but this one was unmarked, sitting unobtrusively to the left of a private residential gate. I never would have recognized this spot as an entrance to the Scilly Walk had I not just appeared through it from the other direction. Not only that, a second entrance flanked the gate to the right, but I decided to go back the way I came and save that rabbit hole for tomorrow.
Back on the main path, I followed it until it reached a cluster of homes, and the main road. It was on kind of a treacherous curve that I had skipped by taking a side staircase that allowed me to stay on the sidewalk, so it’s no wonder I hadn’t found it on the way out. But now I know how to access it from both directions.
It turned out to be only 2.5 miles (since I didn’t run all the way out to the fort this time) so when I reached the town center I just ran up and down the twisting, narrow streets until I reached three miles. It wasn’t a long run, but it was hilly and quite scenic. And I’m getting spoiled by the non-Texas temperatures.