I'd organised to have breakfast, an integral part of the Bed and Breakfast deal, at 7.30am. My alarm woke me to a bedroom which had a sauna like feeling, mostly as a result of the cycling clothes drying on the two radiators.....maybe setting the radiators to maximum power overnight was a bad idea.

After a quick shower and freshen up I wandered downstairs to confirm that I was the only guest staying at the B & B who was having breakfast, and I can confirm that the service and quality of breakfast at the Mount View Hotel in Penzance was excellent. The vegetarian options at breakfast were the perfect nutritional set up for the morning and once I'd finished my coffee I headed up to get changed into my cycling gear, pack up and start the first full day of cycling of the adventure.

Penzance to Truro was the first plan for the morning, once packed up I retraced my route back to the level crossing, this time open and train free, before heading east towards the footpath / cycle path just above the beach and headed towards St Michaels Mount. Compared to the cycle to Lands End the day before it felt good to be cycling with a slight tail wind and glimpses of sunshine. After a couple of miles I turned off the cycle path and satnav carefully guided me onto the first country lane of the day as I took a more northerly direction towards Hayle.

So far, so good. I'd still completely forgotten the rolling hills the train had cut through on the way towards Penzance the previous day, and the first few miles of road didn't change this at all. Narrow minor country lanes, no traffic, passing fields with the occasional cow or sheep (and occasional llama or alpaca) allowed me to ease into the days cycle.

Even cutting through Hayle, spotting the beach and then heading round what was probably a tidal inlet of some sort the miles clocked so far were pretty flat. All good things however came to an end as I then cut back through the outskirts of Hayle and discovered that almost the rest of the county of Cornwall is mostly hill based!

By the time I arrived on the outskirts of Truro, home to the only Cathedral in Cornwall (#cornishcatherdralfacts) my legs had pedalled their way up and down a lot of inclines and declines. All minor roads, very little traffic, but as I got into the centre of Truro I was in a state of mild exhaustion. The rain had also made a slightly unwelcome return, but in Cornwall rain is to be expected.

Trying to avoid all chain coffee shops wherever possible, not just on this cycle adventure, I do this normally, I walked the bike towards an interesting looking cafe. The incredibly lovely staff of Sabzi (worth checking out if you are in the Truro or Falmouth area) walked me through the menu choices and moments later I was sat enjoying a really delicious  Iranian / Middle Eastern inspired lunch, great coffee and energy filled blondie (brownie made with white chocolate....but you knew that didn't you).

I'm not sponsored by Sabzi (although I did say a huge thank you in the shop and contacted them via social media later that day to say thank you again) but after a challenging physical first morning on the bike they were life savers. Refuelled I set satnav onto the next task getting me to Bodmin Moor and off we set.

The hills started almost immediately, mostly uphill, sometimes downhill, and always taking me on more minor roads right through the heart of the county. I passed lots of industrial heritage, abandoned tin mine engine houses which are synonymous with the area, and more modern china clay quarries around St Austell. Whilst the rain continued for the rest of the day, the weather didn't dampen my spirits (pun intended) even when I was getting closer to my next stop at the top of Bodmin Moor.

Hills everywhere, legs working hard to keep me moving, but the final 45 minutes to my accommodation adjacent to Colliford Lake / reservoir was one continuous climb only broken up by me thinking I'd reached the top and then discovering that the climb continued. Lunch, lots of water and an abundance of snacks and fruit allowed me to get to Colliford in far better shape than my arrival in Truro, and as I checked in I was welcomed once again by excellent positive people and most excitingly my accommodation was something along the lines of a Hobbit house!  

I think I might have been the only guest on site once again (I was very early in the summer season aka late March!) but both dinner and breakfast were excellent and my hobbit house (lodge) was comfortable enough at the end of another exhausting day cycling, and quite possibly at altitude at the top of Bodmin Moor!

Clothes drying once again on the hobbit house's radiators I was in for another slightly humid nights sleep, comforted by the sound of the wind through the nearby trees and the remnants of the days rain either falling directly from the clouds or from the aforementioned trees onto the hobbit house roof.

Day two had seen 66.35 miles of cycling and 1775 metres of climbing, and not that I'm about to cycle up Everest but this is the equivalent to a little over 20% of the worlds biggest mountain. Including the first day to Lands End this totalled 93.79 miles of cycling and 2277 metres of climbing Cornwall's hills (or 25.73 % of Everest). Roll onto the next days cycling adventure.