The weather in Cornwall can be changeable at the best of times but today was no exception. It’s after Christmas and before the start of a new term at university so me and two friends borrowed a dog and went for a walk.
This was the first time I’d visited Maenporth since a family holiday when I was about 12 so it was quite strange to recognise the beach and the accommodation after so many years. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to come back to Cornwall in adulthood; I have so many snapshot memories of so many places I wanted to go back and find them all again.
The beach didn’t look particularly beautiful today, just very January-like.
The walk to the Ferryboat Inn follows the South West Coastal Path south towards the Helford River, and the journey involves beautiful views out to sea, hidden beaches and pretty woodlands like this one.
There was also an exposed headland, and when we reached the top of the hill, out of the blue came a ferocious storm that tried to blow us back down the other side. Moments later, all was calm and sunny again.
The Ferryboat Inn is a lovely pub just past Glendurgan Garden on the Helford. I had a classic fish and chips as Hogan (the dog) went splashing about in the river. I’ve walked a good amount of the South West Coastal path since September, but since it’s actually 630 miles long I doubt I’ll even scratch the surface!
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It’s so great living by the sea on days like these. On any days actually, but especially on days like these. Coming from the Midlands, about as far away from the sea as you can get in the UK, I think I have a special appreciation for it. Bliss.
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Thankfully the worst was over by the time I was picked up for a kayaking adventure in the morning. The trip was to Frenchman’s Creek on the Helford River; made famous by Daphne Du Maurier. The Helford has a history of pirates and smuggling, and now hosts a thriving oyster farming industry (a reminder of my morning anguish after the festival). It’s a beautiful place, and we chose a calm and peaceful morning.
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Feeling like a long walk today I set off for Penrose Estate, more National Trust-owned land near Helston. Within the estate is a huge pool called Loe Pool which sweeps towards the sea, separated by a naturally occurring ‘bar’.
The weather was changing all day, and rays of sun were bursting through the clouds and onto the bar when I reached it, creating interesting patches of light and dark to complement the azure sea.
All around the pool were blackberries ripe for picking and I made sure I had plenty as I walked the 6.5 mile loop back up to Penrose. It was hard to believe I was in Cornwall when some viewpoints of the pool looked so much like I was in the jungle.
Unfortunately swimming is banned in the pool – it’s incredibly polluted from surface run-off from nearby farms, mining waste and probably crap (literally) from upstream in Helston. You wouldn’t know it to look at it though, so it’s best to admire it from a distance.
I somehow got lost walking back but eventually found my way thanks to a helpful old local couple who loved the chance to chat to someone new to the area. They were amazed I was so happy to walk this alone, and couldn’t believe their ears when I told them where in the world I’d travelled to by myself. Having said that, they couldn’t believe I’d even go to Birmingham alone so I think they’ve lived a very sheltered life. Lovely people though, and a nice end to my walk.
This is the first in a series of photojournals around the UK but mostly in Cornwall and the rest of the South West. Due to fairly hefty commitments (a masters degree) it’s hard for me to continue with the lengthy blogs I was writing while abroad, but a photojournal is a way of keeping track of days out exploring this incredible part of the country.
Today I start in the National Trust owned Glendurgan Garden near Helford; a subtropical garden that can thrive due to the milder climate here.
This tame little Robin caught my eye as people were able to get closer than half a metre away and it didn’t mind at all.
At the end of each path downhill is a hamlet called Durgan and a peaceful beach to sit on for lunch.
…and a maze to get lost in on the way back up.
This was the view from inside the maze… enough to get a tantalising look at the pathways but not enough to figure out which way to go.