It is so lovely to finally be getting some really nice weather. For this week’s mini-adventure, we have decided to stay on a site near to Perranuthnoe, South Cornwall. With the weather being so good we couldn’t miss the opportunity to walk a bit more of the South West Coast Path. Which nearly always leads to little villages or towns, which in turn leads to a good photography trip for Nik.
We were staying on a farm with electric hook-ups because it was the only site perfectly situated for the area we wanted to be in. The big problem with staying on CLs with electric is that all the pitches are usually all so close together. This site was no exception and the last pitch left was at the bottom of a steep field.
After testing the firmness of the ground we decided to go for it. We had no choice but to pay for electric so were determined we’d be using it. We got into the pitch with very little trouble but we could see that the old girl had left some dents in the ground so we decided to put grip mats under the front wheels, we needed levelling ramps at the back so there was no problem there. Then we just prayed that we’d get no rain during our stay.
Once settled we went out to explore the area and work out in which direction we would be walking the next day. As is usually the case with sites near the coast, the footpaths were all downhill, but the views across the fields took in St Michael’s Mount and with the sun out, it was beautiful. We walked down to the coast path and could see Perranuthnoe beach in the, not to far distance and said a little prayer that it would be a dog beach before walking along the coast a little way then turning back for the evening.
The next day we decided that we would be going towards Marazion and maybe stop at Perranuthnoe as we pass it. Definitely, have a look at the beach on our way past and see if we’d be able to take the dogs for a run on our return journey.
In what seemed like no time at all we had walked all the way to Marazion. The coast path was fairly flat and in most places far enough away from the edge not to scare me. There is a point along the path that follows down steep metal steps and along a beach before walking up a ramp. This leads you inland to the outskirts of Marazion. At this point, we had to walk along pavements the rest of the way into the town. It was surprisingly busy considering tourist season is mostly over.
Marazion is an ancient market town situated off the Mount’s Bay with stunning views to St Michael’s Mount. The town has a post office, art galleries, a public house and much more. It has a safe long sandy beach with sand dunes at one end and a large carpark with a little café, kids play area and public toilets. During tourist season dogs are not allowed on the beach between 8am and 7pm. Low tide reveals a granite causeway to walk along to get to St Michael’s Mount, or at high tide, a ferry service is run from the little harbour, weather permitting.
St Michael’s Mount, a small tidal island in Mount’s Bay is linked to Marazion by a granite causeway at mid – low tide and is managed by the National Trust. The castle and chapel have been home to the St. Aubyn family since approximately 1650. The earliest buildings date to the 12th century and the harbour is 15th century. St. Michael’s Mount is one of forty-three un-bridged, tidal islands that can be walked to from mainland Britain. Part of the island is a designated Site of Special Scientific Interest.
Once we’d had a wonder through the town we then followed the edge of the beach on the pavement until we came to the big car park at the far end. The heavens opened up on us while we were walking through the town and we got thoroughly drenched. So when we reached the car park we popped into the little café there and got ourselves a cup of coffee, which we took outside to drink while we dried off before starting our return journey.
When we reached the beach at Perranuthnoe we rewarded the dogs with a walk. Which they thoroughly enjoyed, before starting the uphill part of our journey back to Daisy.
There is a lovely little café at the beach called The Cabin when we did our shopping the day before we’d forgotten to buy cream for our pudding, so just on the off chance, we popped into the café to see if they would sell us a bit. Not only is the café fabulously clean, but the staff are also very friendly and helpful. They were fantastic and even though they don’t sell cream on its own, they managed to find a tub to put some in and sold us a bit at a very reasonable price. Their cakes looked really good too. If it wasn’t getting late we would have stopped for a slice. In all our journey was roughly a 7-mile round trip but was so gentle most of the way that we didn’t feel we’d walked anywhere near that distance.
Friday started out a little cloudy but it was surprisingly warm for the time of year, so we set off to explore the coast path in the opposite direction. We were hoping to be able to get a good look at Acton Castle from the coast path.
Acton Castle is a small castellated mansion built approximately 1797 by John Stackhouse, a distinguished botanist. We did manage to get a pretty good look at it. However, Nik didn’t take any photo’s. From our position on the coast path, it was impossible to get pictures without the modern houses that were next to it in the shot.
It became apparent pretty early in our walk that I was going to suffer somewhat on this adventure. The path was close enough to the edge for my fear of heights to kick in. I was determined not to let it spoil my day though. Shortly after walking by the castle there was an uphill climb too near the edge for my liking. I just kept my head down until I reached a spot to sit for a while and look at the view without feeling ill. It must be working, as I didn’t feel the need to crawl along the path once.
I was so proud of myself when we reached the top, so rewarded us all with cake whilst enjoying the view. Of course, while we were sitting I started to look at the footpath we were about to be walking on. It went downhill beside the edge. Which made me wish I’d continued walking before I’d had a chance to notice it.
The next part of our walk took us to Cudden Point and it’s Musical House. The path on this part of the walk seemed far too close to the edge but I bravely pushed on. I was so chuffed with myself that you would have thought I’d climbed Everest. A year ago I wouldn’t have walked it, so I am making progress.
Cudden Point is a headland owned by the National Trust and can be seen from Mount’s Bay. Together with Piskies Cove and Little Cudden, the area is a designated site of Special Scientific Interest. The vegetation in this area consists of small patches of coastal grassland. Small colonies of the Silver-studded Blue, Small Pearl-bordered Fritillary and Grayling butterflies. Above the headland is the lookout, built by the government in the First World War for coastal observation. It is now used as a holiday home.
At this point, Nik decided that we should see if we could find a path inland. Taking a circular route back to our site. Bless his heart. He was thinking of me walking the scary path again and trying to find a way to avoid it. I wasn’t going to argue with him that’s for sure.
We found a path not long after Cudden Point that went inland. This took us to the Rosudgeon, the village our site is in. So that’s the path we followed. The first part of the walk was up through a rocky path, probably carved out by running water. It was so tight that Nik was having trouble going through it with all his camera equipment. Luckily the path soon opened up with a little offshoot that leads to beautiful views over the sea and along the coast, so we picked this spot to have a late lunch.
Once we finished our lunch, we continued onward. We hoped this would be the right direction to take us back to our site eventually. We found ourselves walking through a farmyard and along a very long lane which eventually came to the A394. This was far too busy for us to be walking the dogs along without pavements. At this point, we had to refer to google.maps to find a safer route. It turned out that following the path on the other side of the road, which is where the footpath walk was leading us, was the way to go.
After following along a pretty long and muddy bridle path into the village. We came back to the A394. This led to another bridle path we managed to get back to our site just as the sun was going down. We were all totally shattered but very satisfied that we had had a fantastic day out exploring.
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