As my house insurance would be invalid if I posted on here when we were going to be away from home, well now we're back home I can safely say we've been away............
We were missing my favourite part of the world, so on Thursday nice and early we drove down to West Cornwall, via some business and social in Tavistock. Ended up at Hayle which has the most amazing beach.
Or would have:-
a) If it wasn't raining.
and
b) If there wasn't a very high tide going on.
That's St Ives in the distance through the murk.
On to a moist deserted camp site at Treave, between Penzance and Land's End.
Weather a bit better on Friday for Cape Cornwall. We don't bother with Lands End, this is much nicer, and just as easy to believe you're at the end of the world. The Torrey Canyon is out there somewhere.
This is where the hunt for the elusive Cornish Chough begins. It's a sort of Crow type bird with orange beak and legs, lives on the cliffs, and makes a sort of creaking noise. A few years ago we spotted several around Cape Cornwall.
Guess which way the wind blows round here?
Friday night at a Camp site near St Just. Absolutely slashed with rain, and blown by a full gale. But we were safe and warm in our Commer.
Saturday, on to My favourite place in the whole universe. That's the cliffs at Botallack, where man's pioneering endeavours meet the sea.
I have been going there since long before it was a location for the Poldark series, but the location fees have funded a big programme of work. Amongst other things going on, someone is turning this pile of unpromising rocks........................
into this....................
Here at Levant mine, there's a working Cornish beam engine. Turns out that the guy who demonstrates it is an aquaintance of mine from a former life in Tavistock. Small world.
On to Newlyn. Still a working fishing port.
Fish and chips down at the harbour here, as good as any we've ever had.
Saturday night at a clifftop Camp site at Treen. Fabulous views, and just round the corner from Porthcurnow, where all the undersea telegraph cables come into a small hut on the beach. It's an amazing experience to see cables labelled "Gibraltar" "New York" etc. The British Telecom Museum there is well worth a visit, a real eye opener. More Cornish pioneering.
More tomorrow.............
We were missing my favourite part of the world, so on Thursday nice and early we drove down to West Cornwall, via some business and social in Tavistock. Ended up at Hayle which has the most amazing beach.
Or would have:-
a) If it wasn't raining.
and
b) If there wasn't a very high tide going on.
That's St Ives in the distance through the murk.
On to a moist deserted camp site at Treave, between Penzance and Land's End.
Weather a bit better on Friday for Cape Cornwall. We don't bother with Lands End, this is much nicer, and just as easy to believe you're at the end of the world. The Torrey Canyon is out there somewhere.
This is where the hunt for the elusive Cornish Chough begins. It's a sort of Crow type bird with orange beak and legs, lives on the cliffs, and makes a sort of creaking noise. A few years ago we spotted several around Cape Cornwall.
Guess which way the wind blows round here?
Friday night at a Camp site near St Just. Absolutely slashed with rain, and blown by a full gale. But we were safe and warm in our Commer.
Saturday, on to My favourite place in the whole universe. That's the cliffs at Botallack, where man's pioneering endeavours meet the sea.
I have been going there since long before it was a location for the Poldark series, but the location fees have funded a big programme of work. Amongst other things going on, someone is turning this pile of unpromising rocks........................
into this....................
Here at Levant mine, there's a working Cornish beam engine. Turns out that the guy who demonstrates it is an aquaintance of mine from a former life in Tavistock. Small world.
On to Newlyn. Still a working fishing port.
Fish and chips down at the harbour here, as good as any we've ever had.
Saturday night at a clifftop Camp site at Treen. Fabulous views, and just round the corner from Porthcurnow, where all the undersea telegraph cables come into a small hut on the beach. It's an amazing experience to see cables labelled "Gibraltar" "New York" etc. The British Telecom Museum there is well worth a visit, a real eye opener. More Cornish pioneering.
More tomorrow.............
