Nice and quiet start to the day, catching the sunrise over Ella’s field, above Cadgwith with not a sole in sight.
Back for bacon sarnies and a stank down the hill – past a sleeping Santa:
to see the midday Christmas swim – brave, mad or both soles:
and of course a swift bucket of wine in the pub, catching up with friends and family – fab!
Back up the hill to cook and eat a monstrous amount of food – exchange gifts and then sit like beached whales, chatting and reminiscing of Christmas’s and times past – what a lovely day!
We moved into our lovely holiday cottage in Ruan Minor, yesterday and how lovely, warm and cozy it is too! It certainly was and is a reunion to remember and lovely to spend time together – Holly, my daughter, who has been living in Vancouver since July, my Dad and younger brother Paul, who live outside London and haven’t seen since June, Tom, my son and his girlfriend Meg, who moved to a new home and new jobs in Truro at the end of September and myself and Poppydog, who of course have been travelling since October. Happy days!
This morning, though mizzly, we went for our favourite walk here, through the fields from Ruan Minor to the coastal path up above Cadgwith – we met Poppydog’s old running pal, Leonard the Whippet, though she was a bit short with him today as she just wanted to run, sniff and explore on her own – I’ve no doubt they will catch up another time!
Look at these views
More catching up to do – so here’s wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, wherever in the world you are. Stay warm, safe and above all happy,
I can’t believe how quickly the time has flown, but we have certainly had an adventure! We are home now to spend Christmas with family and friends – it is going to be extra special this year as we are all leading very different new lives, so will have so much to talk about.
Home is on the Lizard, in Cornwall – a very beautiful part of the country – though I will not be posting everyday, I will take the opportunity of sharing this very unique part of the world with you.
After Christmas, whilst still based at home, we will take the opportunity to revisit and visit the coastline around, before heading back up to Bude to continue our journey.
In the meantime some highlights:
Our favourite beach so far – Watergate Bay
The best site for awesome views – Trewethett Farm, Tintagel:
Favourite Autumn colours – Powderham Castle and Cofton Woodland Walk:
Favourite Poppydog moments:
And of course when Poppydog gives us a scare:
When Birdie met Peggy:
And from sunrise
We are having a ball and certainly ‘living the dream’
Bit of a damp start to the day and remaining a bit misty throughout. However, undeterred we headed down to Widemouth again, this time for a walk along the beach.
Widemouth Sands is very long and deep (tides permitting) similar in many ways to some of the beaches around Newquay, but the sand is coarser and yellowy, not unlike builder’s sand. Unlike any beaches I have visited so far, the sand is interspersed with lines of low rocks running out to the sea, sort of scarring the beach, if that makes any sense!
We walked around the Black Rock and Wanson Mouth end of the beach, inbetween and down the scars of rock to meet the sea and with the low mist and sun trying to break through it felt like we were walking on the moon (well how I imagine it would be that is!). It is definitely a beach I would like to visit again, with different weather conditions, I bet it looks and feels entirely different.
Two thoughts of the day:
It seems like every 5 or so miles up the coast we travel, the coastal landscape changes again and we are only at the beginning or our journey!
Have we really been away for 11 weeks?
A bit of a wintery sunshine this morning to go with the light frost but all in all a very fine day.
Poppydog was very restless today (am guessing all the drugs from the past couple of weeks are now out of her system) so we walked along an inland footpath from the site for a couple of miles, until the footpath became very muddy and boggy – all the while I was trying to catch sight of the hunt that I could hear in the near distance but unfortunately remained elusive. They had clearly passed down the track we were following, but I assume, well ahead.
After lunch, we drove to Widemouth and walked in the opposite direction (towards Crackington Haven – sort of south) to the tiny hamlet of Millook and onto Millook Haven a mostly stony beach. It is very clear why we can hear the roaring of the sea from the site, a couple of miles inland, as most of this stretch of coastline is very rocky, with mostly pebbly beaches.
As there was no one down on the beach at Millook, Poppydog got her long awaited freedom and had a good run around chasing pebbles – so good to see again.
The rock formation of the cliffs was amazing- like a design for some 70’s wallpaper or carpet!
Not so clear out to sea today, so even though I had brought my binoculars with me, Lundy Island remained out of sight.
Look, how surreal is this little pocket of late afternoon sun?
Two thoughts of the day:
Do black sheep go grey with age? If so, some of these have been knocking about for a bit!
Pity I haven’t worked out how to disable the car alarm when Poppy is in it!