Today was a massive contrast with yesterday. It began with drizzle which quickly turned to heavy rain which didn't let up and, because of the wind, it got in everywhere. Not so many pics today as a result.
After a brief look at Finstral beach, which was mobbed because surf was well and truly up!
We start where we left off at Crantock Beach. Legend has it that these cliffs are haunted because back when a lady used to meet her lover in one of the caves here but one day he was delayed and the tide came in and drowned her...
No sign of her but I wouldn't want to be in the water when the swell is so heavy.
Around the point and we hit Porth Joke beach. I am not sure what the joke is but there is no access by car here which makes it a great beach. There's no-one here anyway 😀
We go around another point and yet another great beach appears Holywell Beach is apparently popular with families but no way today in the rain.
The rain and wind are reallly coming at us now.
Our first glimpse of the vast Perran beach.
The path dictates that we walk up the whole beach to Perranporth so we oblige... it is deserted...
Perranporth is the largest settlement between Newquay and St Ives but the only thing exciting about it is the beach approach, unless you like huge caravan parks. We pile into a very friendly cafe on the sea front for a cup-of-tea and a snack. My accomodation tonight was supposed to be this place, I am sure it is nice inside and at least it is on the beach... but I am quite relieved I am going home.
After drying off a little and with warm stuff in our tummies we head off again, this time up onto the cliffs, which I have to admit, doesn't feel like the most inviting place in a 35mph wind. The wind rapidly combines with the rain to make sure we are not going to be feeling dry for long...
This is called Shag Rock. I have no idea whether it is related to the Crantock story...
Lots of interesting old tin mining relics in the cliffs here... must have been a very dangerous occupation. We will see a lot of these as we continue down the path.
There are some other mad walkers up here and we pass a few couples trying to stop the wind blowing them into the sea...
It doesn't stop the scenery delivering again.
And again
And again
This is one of the last Tin mines but one of the taxi drivers told us they have discovered there is a lot of lithium alongside tin, so these mines may once again be productive
Last stop Trevaunance Cove (St Agnes). We are like drowned rats but fortunately there is a good pub with a decent ham, eggs and chips.
This is the last day this week and our taxi picks us up and drops us, still sopping at Truro station for the nearly 5 hr journey home. Next week we will have two new companions. We are half way through in terms of time (can't believe it!) and have done 225 miles, which is exactly half too..
