Spring time is a wonderful time to explore the coastal footpath and immerse yourself in the new life coming to the coastal stoop and yet still see the historic surviving traces of man’s activity exposed before it is enveloped by the cocoon of summer vegetation hides them for another year. A few years ago now we had the opportunity to walk the coast footpath from the pretty atmospheric village of Zennor on a glorious spring day and below you will find some snaps from our walk around to the great jutting granite headland of Gurnards Head. Continue reading “Coastal footpath Zennor to Gurnard’s Head” »
The lure of the heath lands vivid now, with purple heather 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” »
My 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”
Continue reading “The grandeur of the Cornish cliffs – a coastal walk from Zennor to St Ives” »
Walking from Ednovean Farm to a secluded cove
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” »