To recap: The directions say this -- "Climb gradually up a slope, passing from Lescleave Cliff to Rinsey Head. Follow the path as marked, well back from the headland, then go through a car park and pass a National Trust sign for Rinsey Cliff."

And that's all you get for this part of the trip. I'm walking gradually up a slope (a one-lane tarmac road and I have to dodge to the side to avoid traffic, which thankfully is rare) and come upon the sign on the left. Does it say "turn here" anywhere? No, it does not. In fact, it says "passing." So, I pass by Lesceave Cliffs' sign, which leads to a narrow leafy bare opening which, for all I know, drops into the ocean. 

This turns out to be a mistake. But a fortuitous one, at least. I kept going down the tarmac road and passed a farm with a very loud dog barking (his name, I'd learn, was Buster). Now, I'm not afraid of dogs, but when a large strange one -- without a leash -- is yelling at you to avoid his property and you think you have to walk by to get where you're going, you take care.

Beyond Buster the manic dog I came across a lovely small cottage with an outdoor fountain and two people who were standing in the road. It turned out it was their house, and they were looking at their hedges, and they were kind enough to invite me up for some water. Roy (another one!) and Francine (whose name I may have mistook) were very nice to chat with. I showed them the rashy legs. They had no idea -- but they did have half a tube of Benadryl, which they gave me. (And refused payment.) Hallelujah! 

And then they redirected me back to Lesceave Cliffs.