Well after a beautifully clear night, several shooting stars (yep we made a wish) and a clear sight of Mars (only knew this coz I saw it on FB) – this morning we couldn’t see a thing – we were completely shrouded in wet mizzly sea mist.
The mist lifted about lunchtime and even though there were some pretty heavy showers and a strong wind swirling around, we took the chance and headed off along the coastal path to Sennen.
The footpath took us through the Escalls Green Valley a lovely wild valley covered in marram grass and criss crossed with footpaths (a dog walkers paradise) and home to these pretty little cottages (fab place to stay though sadly all holiday cottages now)…
At the bottom of the valley we joined Whitesand Bay aka Sennen Cove beach – an absolute beauty even on a stormy day with the tide almost high…
Though there were quite a few people wandering along the main part of the beach, nearer Sennen Cove, this far end was pretty much deserted and so Poppydog could enjoy her freedom.
As for me – well just happy to throw a ball and enjoy the wind, crashing waves and the view….
As I had dried out from our earlier soaking, I decided that we would back up the valley and back to site before the next shower came along.
We shall return another day when the tide is further out and maybe the sun shining?
Having prided myself in streamlining my list of essentials and expertly packing our new abode in record time, last night I discovered that I had left one of those essentials at home – my phone charger! Not just any of those essentials either, probably ranking as number 4 behind car keys, debit card and phone (assuming of course that Poppydog is just an extension of myself so not going to be forgotten no matter how hard I try!).
A sign of the times maybe but for phone read camera, map, sat nav, tv aerial Aligner, spirit level, internet, weather forecast, places of interest guide – need I go on? So essentially after approximately 24 hours the phone charger becomes a life changing bit of kit and so it was that after our morning ablutions we headed back to Sainsbury’s in Penzance to restore world peace as soon as possible.
£15 and a rather snazzy coral coloured cable later we found parking (free) in Penzance and wandered down onto the promenade and beach for a bit of R&R.
The tide is pretty much fully in so most of the normally sandy beach is covered but we were able to find a quiet pebbly section for Poppydog to express herself…
Tucked away from the wind by the sea wall it was deliciously warm and with Poppydog content chasing her ball in and out of the shallows we are now two happy bunnies….
After a short while we rejoined the promenade and heading away from Penzance wandered into Newlyn. I can never quite make up my mind about Newlyn – is it a pretty little cozy fishing village? Or is it a mix of second homes and run down little terraces?
Not sure but anyhow the harbour still looks to be thriving…..
We continued along the footpath heading towards Mousehole, looking in fact for the old Penlee Lifeboat Station but in fact turned back just before reaching it (not having remembered how far along it is) and giving Poppydog a run around on the stony beach outside Newlyn Harbour.
We retraced our steps to the van and headed back to site.
At last the weather is on the mend, so without further ado we are packed up and on the road by 11. A quick stop at Sainsbury’s for provisions and fuel and we are soon enjoying the sun glittering on the sea across Mounts Bay. I had planned to park up at Marazion and take a walk along the beach but some do-gooding council has decided to pedestrianise the seafront where a nice strip of free parking was once available and you know how I hate paying for parking!
We arrived promptly at Sennen Cove CCC Site about a mile and a half shy of Sennen, near Land’s End Airport and were soon shown to our pitch with distant sea views.
After a slick (oh yes) set up we followed the footpath from site for about a mile until another short path led us from the cliff top to some steep steps down the Gwynver Beach…
What a stunning beach – beautiful chunky (like granulated sugar) cream sand leading into a turbulent white edged turquoise sea…
Though not by any means busy the beach was a bit small to let Poppydog have complete freedom but she can still have fun on her lead….
It really was quite beautiful and with the sun shining I really can’t think of a better way or place to spend an afternoon!
Oh yes and from here we could keep a beady eye on Longships Lighthouse…..
At low tides it is possible to walk from here along the beach to Sennen Cove which maybe we shall do one of these fine days. For now though it was time to climb up those stony stairs and return to site along the coastal path….
At last the day has arrived when we drive over to Warmington to pick up our new home from Camper King. We had searched high and low to find a van that met all our requirements and was within our budget and this is she – Freedombird Mark 3…..
All sparkly new (new conversion on 2017 van) and waiting to be occupied.
After showing me how everything works, I’m so excited to drive her out of the showroom to my car, where I transfer my life across (including Poppydog) and we are ready to venture off….
Before joining the motorway south we fill up with diesel after a brief fight with the diesel flap before realising that you need to open the passenger door to release it and parting with £77 pounds eeek! We are on our way.
It is mostly motorway all the way to Burnham on Sea, we are bound for Hurn Lane CAMC site at Berrow. It is a site we have visited before and knowing that a long wide Sandy beach is only a few minutes from site, I thought it would be an ideal place for us to settle into our new home.
On arrival our first plan was to put everything away – anywhere to be honest as there is not a lot of space to move around at the best of times. That done and a semblance of order taking place we decided to tackle the basics of can life – fill the water tank, plug in the electrics, switch on the fridge and make a cup of tea! Simples…. not so, I could not for love nor money get any water to come out of the tap and what I assumed was the water pump was making quite a racket – for well over an hour I tried removing fuses, disconnecting and reconnecting the electrics and fairly quickly exhausting any ideas, I read the manuals, rang the dealer to see if they had an out of hours number – nothing worked. So my solution, as dusk was beginning to fall – lock the van up, walk away and take Poppydog for a long overdue run on the beach….
It really was getting quite dark but fortunately the tide was partly out and there was just sufficient light to let Poppydog run and run…..
Feeling better after a bracing beach walk we returned to site.
On entering the van I switched the lights on and guess what? The tap started working – on calling the dealership in the morning they explained that the light switch is also the power on and off button as each of the lights can be switched off independently! The noisy pump (quiet on our return) also turned out to be the fridge protesting a bit at being switched on after a while (haven’t heard it since).
Too late and dark to start fiddling with the gas bottle to make a cup of tea – but hey a glass of wine works!
So the world can be righted after a walk along the beach.
With plenty of time to think during lockdown, spurred on by plenty of drives (and walks) along the country lanes down here in Cornwall, I have basically lost the nerve to continue towing! It has been coming for awhile and was part of the reason I stopped heading north at Glasgow, heading east instead to Edinburgh and continuing my travels back down south until being forced to make the epic (420 mile) journey towing all the way from Sandringham in Norfolk to home on the Lizard.
I am going to sell the car and caravan and buy a Camper – yes I really do believe we can live in the small space provided by a Camper, as each year on our return I have duly unpacked stuff that hasn’t actually seen the light of day on our travels.
My journey is evolving also, as at the outset I idealistically imagined ambling in a clockwise direction all the way around the coast of Britain. Whereas, in reality, I have broken my journey at various times (and places) to return home, visit my dad (my biggest fan) and attend family / friend events, as is real life.
So I feel confident that I no longer need to try and pack my whole life into the van as I will be back sooner or later! The fear of hitching and towing has never really left me and always results in a sleepless night and a very anxious journey. Also leaving the caravan in random places whilst I make these trips has not always been easy or cheap to organise.
So from here on forward I shall be living as a snail taking the essentials of life with me wherever I travel!