Since November Nik has been going to bed and asking for blue skies and fluffy white clouds. Well, we have definitely been blessed this month as that is what we’ve been getting most of. Few! These are perfect conditions for walking with a photographer. And so we set off for a couple of days at Penpol, near Falmouth.
Before Christmas stopped play, one of our last trips was in this area. We enjoyed the walking so much that we decided to make it back while the weather was dry. Before tourist season kicks in.
We arrived at our site at quarter past one. This is the earliest we’ve arrived anywhere, probably ever. It pays to do the food shop the evening before. Well, this opportunity just couldn’t be missed. Especially as the sun was out, so we set off along Old Tram Road in the direction of Devoran.
It wasn’t quite the walk we were expecting as we didBn’t get close to the estuary most of the time. We did however, enjoy the walk as the lane we walked along gave us a lovely view of the water on our left and on our right, we had many lovely houses to stare at and play the ‘which one would we live in’, game. Part way along our walk we came across the remains of Carnon mine. Situated on the edge of the water, which was an unexpected and interesting distraction as we hadn’t researched this trip. We merely came here because it was in a lovely area and we wanted to get away.
Just on the outskirts of Devoran, we moved onto Quay Road. Where we got distracted by Devoran Quay. A good place to let the dogs have some time off the lead and for Nik to get carried away taking photos. Unfortunately, we had to turn Back before actually reaching Devoran. It was starting to get dark and we hadn’t brought our torches or fluorescent gear. It only took about half hour to get back. Considerably quicker than getting there. Then we weren’t stopping every few feet to take photos or stare at the view.
Next morning we woke up to the sound of rain. We did know it was supposed to rain. However, we had hoped the wind would shift and the rain would miss us. Unfortunately, we were disappointed on that score. With two dogs that needed walking we couldn’t just decide to stay in and read a good book. So for our first walk of the day, we decided to follow a very muddy bridle path. It would have been lovely if the weather hadn’t been so wet this season. Whilst out we discovered that the whole area around Penpol is crisscrossed with bridle and footpaths. Fantastic for walkers and explorers. We managed to get back to Daisy just before lunch and relatively dry considering how much it rained this day.
Nik and I spent the afternoon catching up on some long overdue tasks before getting thoroughly drenched walking the dogs. Then spent an evening snuggled up with our books.
It rained heavily all night long. Therefore, it was a nice surprise to wake up to blue skies and sunshine. Now the weather report gave scattered showers throughout the day. So we made haste to get out and enjoy as much sun as possible.
Our walk took us to Feock. If you follow the direct route, is about half an hour from our site. Obviously, we didn’t. We started by following a muddy footpath. This runs beside the creek. The path turns into the beach after a few minutes, which we’re pretty sure, is covered at high tide. The tide was pretty much as far out as it was going to get. So we walked on past a small boat yard and around the edge of the shore. Not far from the boat yard we came to a footpath sign pointing inland. As the tide was still a long way out we decided to explore a little further. Nik could see more pictures of boats.
What I didn’t think about when agreeing to this plan of action is that if he can help it Nik never goes back. By the time we reached the end of this outcrop the tide had turned. And was starting to close in on us.
Nik was determined that we would be able to make it around the spit and up the other side before the tide caught up with us. If he was wrong our only option would be to trespass on someone’s back garden and beg forgiveness. I didn’t relish this idea but Nik wasn’t giving in. So I followed him just to keep him out of trouble. Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
So Nik stopped to take photos of oysters in sacks then started us rock climbing around the other side. After much slipping on seaweed, scraping of skin. Not to mention a wife that was getting somewhat grumpy because I knew what was coming. Nik eventually admitted that we couldn’t go this way and we’d have to turn back. Guess what! By the time we’d climbed back the tide had come in and cut us off.
There we stood, two dogs and a large amount of camera equipment stranded on the very end piece of land. The only options left to us were trespass through someone’s back garden. With pink cheeks and a thousand apologies or ring the coastguard. No way was I ringing the coastguard. So with deep breaths, we girded our loins and prepared for the embarrassment. Off we set, up the steps leading to the garden. Which turned out to be part of a public slipway with benches at the top. With a pretty little lawn that led to a road and no back gardens. Oh, how we laughed. What a pair of numpties we are.
It turned out we were at Restronguet Point. From here we followed along the road to Loe beach admiring the houses as we went. There was a definite rich man/millionaire split on either side of the road. To the right of us where all the millionaire’s houses and they were huge, just huge. To the left of us was where the merely very well off people lived. Nik and I decided we’d like to live on this side of the road. So we’d better start doing the lottery.
Loe beach is a privately owned beach at the bottom of a fairly steep hill. Water sports and activities take place here. There is a small car park with many yachts parked in it. Possibly just over winter. We also passed a small coffee shop, which sadly wasn’t open. Then it was a weekday in the middle of January. The little shingle beach wasn’t anything special and we’re sure it’s only really used for the water sports clubs. There was a nice view across the water from here, though.
We then cut across a muddy field about half way back up the hill and finally found ourselves in Feock. The first thing of note here is a little red telephone box that is used as a book swap. Nik was most disappointed to find a book he would have liked to read. As weren’t expecting to see it, we hadn’t brought any books with us. We did consider the possibility of popping back before we left the next day but forgot all about it by morning.
Once we’d explored the area and looked at the view across the water, we made our way back to Daisy. Along fairly quiet roads and footpaths and through farmland. Surprisingly the sun stayed out for us the entire day. We’ve been pretty lucky with the weather so far this year, fingers crossed it stays that way.
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