The August bank holiday turned out to be a classic Cornish weekend with still clear tranquil seas bathed in sunshine one day turning to dramatic tumbling waves racing across Mounts bay in the blink of an eye.
For the last Bank Holiday of the year we walked from the farm to visit a nearby favourite cove to enjoy the summer sunshine, spurning the busy roads and we enjoyed two very special days of contrasts that must be the very essence of experience of Classic Cornwall.
Silky blue seas
We walked beside the silky blue seas at the beginning of the weekend, along the path we have trodden so many times over the years that it has become an old friend and accomplice to our adventures.
The spring flowers are but a memory now and the summer cliffs are settling down towards autumn with bright blackberries starting to form now on the lace of brambles, glistening black and tangy with the salt air from the sea.
The young kestrel so carefully cared for by its parents through the summer in an eyrie of tamarisk hanging out over the sea, soars above us now with the constant keening complaint of a young bird, as it starts to hunt for its own food. And so we walked with our companion overhead, and the occasional seal bobbing around the rocks below, as the steady tread of our feet carried us onwards toward our particular favourite secluded cove.
We crawled and scrambled down the cliff, to settle at the end of the boat slip and watch the tide retreat for the day. The seductive gentle rhythm of the waves lent a hypnotic rhythm to the day and tempted us to occasionally taking a dip in the chilly clear waters that stretch in front of us so beautiful and still that they almost seemed to shimmer on the horizon to become part of the sky.
We left our tranquil spot, as reluctantly as always that afternoon and consoling ourselves with the promise that we would return very soon.
And return we did! Two days later, as the wind picked up, we visited our cove again still under bright blue skies but this time to sit and watch the relentless passion of the sea as it tumbled across the reef to the shore. We swam again but this time the caress of the sea felt more of a living being, tossing us around in swirls and eddies even though we were sheltered by the reef of rocks to our right. Sometimes I swam on the spot until a wave would take me back to the shore bobbing like a cork but I always occasionally probe with a toe the sea bed I know so well, to make sure I don’t venture out of my depth!
As we walked home finally crossing the farm along the footpath Magic and Toffee the horses, watched us curiously and Spud-Cat was crossly waiting on the doorstep anxious to be reunited with his food bowl.