This time we are staying in a fabulous house in our usual spot, Sennen Cove. It's the most westerly house on the English mainland. Had a very foggy drive from Hastings, with an overnight stop-over in Lyme Regis.
Bit of a shame really, because it is a pretty journey, right across the very bottom edge of England - see last year's road trip post.
Next day was just as foggy. The Beast of Bodmin Moor could have been lurking by the roadside without us seeing it. The weather made places like Camborne look even more depressing than usual. Many towns down the spine of Cornwall are very grey and drab - and very deprived. Cornwall voted overwhelmingly for Brexit, presumably not realising they will lose most of their subsidy from the EU.....
This year, for the first time, we are staying in the same house as our friends Sue and Alex and Sue and Graham. Chy Ryn is large. We have a massive living/dining room with a big picture window overlooking the sea, five bedrooms, three of which also have sweeping sea views, and three bathrooms, so that suits us fine. We thought we had all got too old for cramming into low-rent (literally) holiday cottages, and fancied a bit of luxury. Here is a link to the house particulars. Looks fantastic doesn't it? We can all lounge on our beds watching the Atlantic rollers sweep majestically past in front of us, and the gannets plunging into the water. No seals as yet... However, it is still a rented house. Do such places ever have sharp knives in the kitchen? Can one ever get to grips with the oven? Or the microwave?
Battleaxe and Philosopher are used to having our own living quarters - neither of us are good at communal living after years of boarding school etc, but so far all is well - the house is big enough to provide plenty of privacy.
Weather is currently damp and cloudy. Part of me longs for an enornous storm - the pictures of the waves breaking over the rocky headland at Sennen were all over the news, and the edge of that same headland runs down to the borders of our 'garden', more a patch of rough grass leading down to the rocks. The wave photos I have taken so far do not quite compare with the storm photos....
|St Michael's Mount at Marazion|
We got talking to some old Cornish geezer who was threading his mackerel fishing hooks onto a long line. He told us that the slipway at Penberth was obstructed by boulders washed up by winter storms, and they were waiting for 'the government' to send a digger to clear them away before they could do any fishing. Philosopher and I were speculating what contribution the fishermen of Penberth could make to the nationally important fishing industry. Absolutely none whatsoever.
|Looking down to Porthcurno|
|On the way to Penberth|
|Lane down to Penberth|
Then drink in the Logan Rock pub in Treen village. Battleaxe must stop drinking beer at lunchtime, but it feels part of the Cornish thing to swing into some rustic bar and 'Pint of Tribute and packet of crisps please'.