In June we took a weeks’ holiday in Cornwall. I’d never been to Cornwall before and the long journey towards the southern most tip of England took a long time but it was worth it. We were staying a little off the beaten track near a hamlet called Lerryn but it was so peaceful. It was only the width of the roads with high banks of ferns and wild flowers on either side that was a little scary especially if another car came from the opposite way.
The next day we walked, according to the walk instructions, on the Daphne du Maurier path. It was breathtakingly beautiful. We started out at Fowey and followed the Saints Way through woodlands full of plant life that I had never seen before. In the photograph of the woodland I almost want a badger to come running down the path until we got to Polkerris where we then took the South West Coastal path. The colours of the rocks and the sea were fantastic although it did get slightly windier now that we were right on the coast.
I wished that this walk would go on forever and it almost did as John lost St Catherine’s castle. It was an easy thing to do as the OS map John was navigating our way with said that it was in one place. We walked right past and into the next field and still no bits of ruin. We retraced our steps and still no castle. We went to the top of the next field and still nothing. John suggested retracing our steps once more but further back. I said forget it. Historical ruin or not, I had had enough. So we continued onwards and through a gate that pointed out St Catherine’s castle was still to come. Five minutes later and there was the illusive ruin. John wasn’t that impressed.
On our return to where we were staying for the week a gathering of inquisitive bulls were waiting to greet us. Once one came to say hello, the rest seemed to follow.
Monday saw us in Mousehole, a picture postcard coastal town. Parking was just outside but that gave us a chance to take in the seafront and the coastline across the way. We had lunch and then ventured through the tiny streets. An hour later and we were clambering cautiously over the rocks, avoiding the green ones, and looking out for signs of life in the rock pools. We found a host of sea anemomes, sea snails and even shrimps (although my camera failed to take pictures of these as they were so translucent).
Later on we went to Chysauster Ancient Village. It is in the middle of nowhere but the views of Mousehole and the coast were great. We were glad of the guidebook which helped us make sense of the ruins of this ancient village and almost got locked in at 5 o’clock!
The next day we ventured to the Eden Project for an unforgettable day out. The tickets were pricey but we had a two for one offer which helped. The range and quality of the plants were amazing – almost unbelievable that these gardens were created out of the remains of a clay pit. It was very much an exploration of the wealth of the Earth’s plant life as well how we should be thinking about recycling and reusing. And the staff were very welcoming and helpful.
On the Wednesday we went to St Michael’s Mount. A short boat ride took us to the now sea-engulfed St Michael’s Mount and we felt like we were quite literally blown away.
We then ventured to Polperro, another picturesque town on the coastline. We wandered about the town in the morning and then took one of the coastal paths in the hope of discovering some shade from the heat of the afternoon sun. We didn’t really find any and soon retraced our steps back to the town. We went into the museum which was a fascinating treasure-trove of stories and artifacts.
The last day we went to the Dartmoor Zoo (this visit was inspired by the film ‘We brought a zoo’). It was strange to see so many trees and greenery within a zoo but at the same time refreshing and didn’t disappoint (well apart from wanting to see giraffes as promised at the end of the film and they weren’t there).