So began the journey around the western most end of the country. It took me up onto high cliffs in the wind with many rocks. Sometimes walking, sometimes scrambling...
It was a wild and windy day. The surf was boiling over the rocks, seagulls crying....just a wonderful display of nature and beauty round every bend.
Man made, in evidence too with this unnamed stone circle on Trevalgan cliff.
I was in awe of this section. I felt a
connection to all of it. I talked to Jamal most of the way and especially when the going was tough. ..there are some really hairy scarey bits and carrying a pack makes you a little unstable too!
There were hardly any people aroind that day - only around the populated parts like Zennor which is so famous for it's carved mermaid in the church. ..no not got a photo as it meant a detour of a mile....
But I do have photo of another sea creature I was privileged to see playing...
Not easy to see but the little blob in the middle is a seal. Too far to get a good photo but watched for a while :)
What a treat this day was!
And so in this manner the day continued. .the beauty and desolation a medicine for my soul.
The wind got stronger and colder as the day progressed and after a particularly difficult scramble , I decided to change my original plan and continue the last couple of miles to Pendeen by road. I checked my map and was close to a point where I could transfer from the cliff and made my way past Bosigran castle ruins and some cheeky horses to relative safety of tarmac.
It got colder and windier and I was hoping for the miles to pass quickly when I rounded the bend to Morvah and saw....
What a vision! Couldn't quite believe it at first but someone knew I needed a break...and who can resist the mod cons??
Or the promise of an unexpected party.
.......:)
More of a ceilidh, the evening went well with music, local honey cider.... (oooh be careful!)...
........and clog dancing!?!
I could hear Jamal chuckling in my ear and I was smiling...
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