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A visit to Cot Valley

Porth nanven

Porth Nanven

The lure of the heath lands vivid now, with purple heathers and bright yellow gorse proved too much today and we set out beyond Penzance to follow the road towards St Just.  I mentioned in my last blog the lure of the fabulous autumn on the sweep of the Penwith moors is not to be missed now and I’d heard of a spot, quite near to Cot Valley with an amazing depth of colours. Well that shouldn’t be hard to find should it? Continue reading “A visit to Cot Valley” »

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The grandeur of the Cornish cliffs – a coastal walk from Zennor to St Ives

The north coast of CornwallMy thoughts turned to the grandeur of the Cornish cliffs this week. Perhaps with the screening of the hotly anticipated new Poldark series on television tonight in mind! So a flick through our photo album brought back memories of a dramatic walk we took one autumn day along the wild untamed coastline. We started from the picture perfect Cornish village of Zennor to finally finish in the artists colony of St Ives.

We drove over the top of the hills to park in Zennor near the church before setting off towards the cliffs with a picnic and excited Dog (sadly no longer with us) Zennor was once described by on of my American guest as “just how as she imagined a Cornish village should be, with the huddle of traditional granite cottages backed by the high moors and then the lush tiny fields rolling down to the sea”

We followed the footpath towards the scent of the sea and began our journey almost through time as we stepped away from civilisation and immersed ourselves in the wild coastal scenery untouched and unspoilt by man. Continue reading “The grandeur of the Cornish cliffs – a coastal walk from Zennor to St Ives” »

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A secluded Cornish Cove

Walking from Ednovean Farm to a secluded cove

 

Perranuthnoe

Looking back toward Perranuthnoe beach from our cliff walk

With last days of summer still stretching before us we treated ourselves to an outing to a secluded Cornish cove. For the first time this year, with rucksacks packed, we walked out across Ednovean Farm’s easterly footpath towards Trebarvah before dropping down through the dusty lane between two farmsteads. We paused for a moment to admire Perranuthnoe’s own beach laying far below us now, to our right, with golden sands exposed by the retreating spring tides. Continue reading “A secluded Cornish Cove” »