The sea has never seemed bluer than this month as the heat wave changed our lives to a Mediterranean rhythm, as day after day of endless sunshine spread before us. We abandoned work in the afternoons to settle at the seas edge below the red baked clay cliffs of one the little coves that flank the sand of around Perranuthnoe Beach. The tranquil rhythm of the waves slipping idly on to the beach and slight breeze from the sea has been blissful this month in Cornwall with the delicious promise of a swim in the evenings in the mirror calm waters.
March madness has gripped the weather again this week and it temporally lost the plot for a while but has just got a grip on reality in time for the Spring equinox.
The bright spring days of last week have been replaced by earnest sessions of filling the bird feeders and bringing all of the horses on the farm in to the shelter of the stables as the temperatures plummeted again with the return of “The Beast from the East”
My only consolation was that our Bed and Breakfast guests from Australia and America loved it as they lived in normally overheated climes.
This February’s first golden days of spring, changed just a quickly into ice and snow as the month drew to a close and looking back now it almost seems surreal.
The taste of Arctic life with “The Beast from the East” transformed our normally sub tropical Cornish climate into another world and it will live in our memories for years to come I’m sure and yet the garden was transformed touched by the magic of pristine snow.
I must admit I was excited at the prospect of a rare snowfall here in West Cornwall over the last weeks. A dusting of those magical icy crystals does add an adventurous spice to our normally subtropical climate and when I opened the front door on the predicted morning? Well there was definitely a powdery dusting of the white magic clothing the Parterre in the Courtyard but I don’t think we had been transported to Narnia!
A fabulously sunny day led to a late summer dalliance with Trenow cove for us and a relaxing afternoon spent on the beach. Trenow is one of the little sheltered coves that ring Perranuthnoe, within sight of Marazion and St Michael’s Mount.
Many years ago Trenow Cove was the home of Wheal Charlotte and it would have looked very different in its industrial heyday but these days only an old mine audit drains on to the cove as a reminder of its past glories when even Prince Albert came in on a steamer to examine the Mine Engine. These days it is mostly the haunt of sea birds including an illusive Hudsonian Wimbrell that sent bird watchers into frenzy last winter Continue reading “A late summer dalliance with Trenow Cove” »
We set out to walk along the coastal footpath, threading across the fields from Ednovean Farm along the ancient footpaths that drop execrably down towards the sea. As we emerged at Trebarvah, there is a spellbinding view down over Perranuthnoe to St Michael’s Mount, which is so evocative of an impressionist painting.
From here a church way (probably used to access the church and carry the coffins down to the graveyard) picks its way across the mine spoil heap from another era and down through the terraced fields to emerge conveniently near the village pub. Continue reading “A view over Perranuthnoe” »
Gosh what a heat wave we had this June leading us towards the Summer Solstice. The sudden rise in temperatures left us totally unprepared for a life suddenly transported to the tropics, as we experienced the hottest June day for forty one years. Yet we soon adapted and tweaked our routines and Charles and I hit on idea of taking supper down to the beach to eat beside the sea, where just a whisper of a cooling breeze drifted across the long expanse of sand of Perranuthnoe’s beach. Continue reading “June’s heat wave leads us into mid summer” »
A wonderful way to end the day is a walk along the beach in the sunset and for us it should be an easy thing to plan. Perranuthnoe’s Beach is just at the bottom of the village but somehow we, like everyone I think, are wrapped up in our daily routines and don’t put those minutes to one side for some special “me” time as we go about our daily routine.
So our first new years resolution has been to take five minutes “me” time and enjoy those precious moments of just absorbing the world around us with a little bit of extra post- Christmas exercise walking along the beach. Continue reading “A walk with the sunset” »
Perranuthnoe lies in a secluded corner of Mounts bay, tucked at the bottom of a valley just above the sea. Most visitors miss Perranuthnoe as the race along the A394 to explore between The Lizard and Land’s End but for those that do spot the narrow lane turning of the main “A” road, well it leads down to a sandy beach, a peaceful unspoilt village of traditional Granite Farmhouses and cottages, all clustered below the square church tower and it is just waiting to be found.
In this blog I explore the beaches and coves within walking distance of Ednovean Farm, a little of the history of Perranuthnoe and the lives that shaped the landscape over time
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” »