Chough Hunting

Chough hunting time again.

Last week we popped down to Cornwall in between waves (of pandemic).
We stayed at a site we've used before, the one near Botallack. The only thing that's changed in Botallack is that a mine shaft has opened up in the middle of one of the side roads.

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One of the finest lunch stops ever..........
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It's hot!
There's old mining machinery still there.......
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..............a bit of emery on those journals should see that working again. And yes, a pair of Choughs overhead.

Next day we went searching for relics.
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The ancient Cornish used to spend their copious spare time making Quoits. Not the kind I remember though............

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This one is Lanyion Quoit, one of the better ones, but the whole area is packed with prehistoric remains.

On to a "pop-up" campsite. Much cheaper but no WiFi or showers.

Monday morning the fog was down. A couple of pleasant walks on the cool misty clifftops. Back at the campsite, our neighbours said that they'd been kayaking at Sennen (six miles away), and that the sun had been cracking the pavements all day. Oh well. Sigh.
Home on Tuesday, pausing on Bodmin Moor to visit some more prehistoric remains (the moor is packed with them too).
 
Looks lovely, you must have been well choughed.

Yes indeed. but I won't Crow on about it, or hang out the Bunting. Mind you, it's a long way, and I'm glad we're on diesel, not Petrel. We do like a bit of a Lark, so rather than Grouse about lockdown, which is hard to Swallow, as it's our Hobby, Wren we're allowed, a Swift Stint in Cornwall is a good Diver-sion. Normally the seas are Ruff, but this time Knot enough wind to fly the Kite. Mind you, with all that Swan-ning around, We were Puffin a bit, and were well Goosed when it was time to Duck out and re-Tern home.

PS As this is a family forum I've steered clear of those relatives of the cormorant, or the blueish birds that nest in those little boxes as the mods would be Raven, and someone would be bound to Snipe and make me hOwl.
 
Time for one of our irregular trips down to Cornwall.

First stop Treen Car Park. It's next to the camp site, which is shut for the winter, but there are public loos and a pub. And evening sunshine.

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One other van in residence, and good beer at the pub, although their meals are very expensive, so we had Pasties which we'd bought in Penzance earlier. Yum!

Beryl met a "Big Boy" Commer at the Telecomms museum at Porthcurno.......

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This vehicle, on an "Avenger" Coach chassis with a TS3 engine was specially made for the Post Office in the 1950s, for outside broadcasts of events. It was made to fit through the gates at Lords Cricket Ground. It is on loan to the museum after a very thorough restoration (it had been inhabited by "Hippies" at one time). Someone found it in a field and recognised the reg number as a GPO issue, so it got rescued. The museum want to fit it out with some original equipment at some time.

Pedn Vounder beach was looking lovely with only one occupant sunbathing......

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Yes it was warm! We heard Choughs, but at a distance we couldn't distinguish them from the regular crows.

On to Cape Cornwall........

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The sun was shining, and there was a magnificent sea running, with showers approaching across the sea. We had a great walk down into the next valley where there wasn't a breath of wind, and a couple of seals were mucking about in the huge seas, presumably feeding on all the sea life that was being dragged up by the surf.

We had had two nights at Treen, and spent the next two at St Just Rugby Club. Not entirely coincidental that the third place playoff, and the cup final were on the big screen there on those two evenings.........with cheap(ish) draught Guinness on tap. Bliss.

We just had to visit Botallack, and got this slightly unusual view of the iconic engine houses........

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Unfortunately, in the end we had to come home. Some biblical rain on the Bodmin bypass which caused others to pull off into laybys. Not Beryl though, she waded on through. When we got home, I had to grease all those horrible nipples to squeeze out any water which might have got in.

We love West Cornwall, and I expect we might go again some time. :cool:
 
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