We managed to squeeze in a picnic at Sennen beach for a relaxing treat this Sunday and despite a less than promising weather forecast, we had a wonderful afternoon.
Sennen is the fabulous stretch of soft white sands that lies looking impossible beautiful between the Wolf Rock lighthouse, that guards Land’s End to the west and the jutting promontory of Cape Cornwall to the east.
We parked high above the beach today, away from the busy village and made our way down thorough the soft tumbling dunes clothed in Marran grass to the beach below. Sennen Cove
We often over look our local beach at Perranuthnoe for a walk on the sands but with a unexpected late October day of sunshine “lent” from summer and the car in the garage, we walked down to the village and our own familiar local haunt.
Perran beach is a tempting tidal expanse of soft sands flanked by warm terracotta cliffs softened by tamarisk and so popular with locals and visitor and passing walkers in the summer months. Continue reading “Our local beach at Perranuthnoe” »
Porth Chapel beach is idyllically set below tall granite cliffs, with sands of broken shells dipping to the sea – it’s just a short walk from St Levan, tucked between Porthcurno and Porthgwarra and quite near to Land’s End. It is just a perfect spot for an afternoon away form the tourist’s hot spots of Cornwall for a few hours of peace and near solitude.
With soft summer days still before us this September, we still have time to discover some of the secret less know spot of Cornwall and this week we visited Port Chapel beach. Continue reading “Discover Porth Chapel Beach in West Cornwall” »
We made a pilgrimage to The Lizard Peninsular yesterday to visit Kennack Sands – a sandy beach that held fond memories for Charles as the scene of many of boyhood adventures – although yesterday it might have been said to be a little more crowded than it was fifty-four yeas ago!
Still with the house and the horses settled we set off with our usual picnic turning right at the crossroads to follow the winding road along to Helston and then fork out passed the big navel station at Culdrose. Finally we reached the endless flat heathland with a horizon broken by the iconic, yet redundant, deep space facility of giant satellite dishes, joined now by the latest craze – the big white wind turbines in tidy lines – I wonder which will stay the longest?! Continue reading “The Lizard and Kennack Sands” »