Cornwall wears her history lightly and it sometimes feels that the past is still a whisper away. To visit the high places on the Penwith moors untouched by agriculture, as part of your holiday, will be to touch history. There are sites in Cornwall that represent every period of history and Cornwall has more nationally designated monuments (Scheduled Monuments) than any other county in England. Today they still sit silently waiting, just as though the ancient peoples had suddenly walked away and they are waiting for them to return.
As we start another week here in Cornwall I thought you might enjoy seeing one of those moments of magic when the sun sinks down below the horizon and we slip towards the night. This weekend I managed to race across our lawn just in time to catch these two pictures of a gorgeous sunset over Mounts Bay as the sun sank behind St Michael’s Mount. I always love the effect that the palms that edge our lawn make silhouetted in the dusk and so i thought i would share it in a tiny blog tonight Continue reading “A moment of magic” »
Today we leave the narrow winding lanes of Mousehole behind and climb up towards Paul to journey back into the still beating ancient heart of Cornwall. Follow the winding road that skirts the sea, passed stone circles and ancient stones from the stone and bronze age, to discover isolated fishing coves seemingly untouched by time.
Most morning at Ednovean Farm I stretch out an ordnance survey map after breakfast, to give guest advice or pointers about their days out in west Cornwall and so today I thought I’d put a blog post together with some of my top tips. Today, I’m starting my blog series with walking days from Ednovean Farm along the coastal footpath. Continue reading “What shall I do when I stay at Ednovean Farm?” »
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” »