From Caerthillian around Lizard Point to Bass Point….

A rather unpleasant day, mostly mizzly and with quite a brisk breeze, though at times it showed promise, the sun didn’t manage to break through. Undeterred we parked up on the village green and wandered down towards Caerthillian Cove. Visibility is not good but we love the natural ruggedness of the stretch of coastline, looking north towards Kynance…

Heading south towards the Lizard, there is plenty of grassland for Poppydog to enjoy a run about but a tad too close to the edges of these treacherous cliffs to ‘off road’.

A bit further along the path Lizard Point comes into view, with the Lighthouse just visible up on top….

As always it is quite busy with visitors and indeed Polpeor Cafe boasting probably the best sea views anywhere in the world is doing a roaring trade (albeit with considerably less tables than usual) and from past experience I would highly recommend a sit down and bite to eat whilst you enjoy the views.

It is all a bit too busy for us here so after a quick peak down at Polpeor Cove and the old lifeboat station and spotting a couple of seals bobbing about in the waves, we moved on.

Along the path a bit, past the footpath up to the car park, as the numbers of people about cleared dramatically, we took a moment to look across Polbream Cove (not accessible) at the point with its random collection of buildings seemingly perched along it’s rocky spine.

We continue along the coastal path and enjoy our first glimpse of Housel Bay…

A beautiful white sandy cove (only at low tide) with typically turquoise seas (when the sun shines!).

Housel is accessed down very steep stone steps and a serious clamber over large rocks at the bottom which usually keeps the crowds away. It is also quite tricky for dogs to get on and off the beach and as the tide was half in we decided to leave it for another day.

The steps run down through this steep valley….

Back up the other side of the valley looking back down on the cove with the Lighthouse visible in the distance.

Further along the coastal path we pass Lloyd’s Signal Station (now a rather luxurious holiday home) and around Bass Point before taking an inland turn back into Lizard village. One of the beauties of living in Lizard village (which we did for 5 years) is that it is a bit like a bicycle wheel with many spokes of footpaths leading out on to the coastal path all the way round.

Along the coastal path from Kynance to Caerthillian Cove….

A lovely sunny day with a welcoming cooling breeze as we wandered along inland from Lizard village across Kynance Downs. This stretch is mostly along the cliff tops affording spectacular views down onto Kynance….

and then Pentreath….

Back when we first moved here (2005) this was our go to beach, as it is off the beaten track, quite tricky to get down onto and with no facilities it was only really ever used by a few locals and with the tides out the lovely long stretch of greyish sand was never remotely busy. However winter storms a few years later put paid to anything resembling safe access and now apart from the odd brave surfer most of us just gaze down upon it with longing!

A bit closer to Lizard lies Caerthillian Cove a mostly rocky little inlet, hardly ever enjoyed by anyone (apart from from above) and unbeknownst to most, at low tide you can sneak around the corner onto the lush sands of Pentreath. That is to say you used to be able to and I shall certainly give it a go next time the sun is up and the tides are right and report back.

For today however we scrambled down and cooled off in the abundant rock pools and marvelled at the crashing waves beyond.

It never ceases to amaze me the difference between the invariably choppy West Coast and the usual calmness of the East Coast, yet here, they are only a few miles apart – knowing this and imagining the turbulence where east meets west you would never consider it a good idea to swim off Lizard Point!

We ended this shortish 3 mile circuit back on the village green (Lizard) where we had left the car – barely 2 miles from home but not a pleasurable walk along the main Lizard – Helston road.

The fast road home …..

Well it won’t be a true reflection of my journey if I don’t record my experience of being ‘grounded’.

Having realised that my days were numbered I had already concluded that the right thing to do was head back down to Cornwall (where I ‘live’ when not travelling around the UK and more importantly where I am registered under a GP) and planned to make the long journey home on Wednesday.

However Mr Johnson put us into lockdown at 8.30 on Monday evening and so after watching this extraordinary announcement, a moment of shocked reflection on the enormity of the worldwide situation and a little bit of packing, I tried to get an early night (though I can’t say that I slept well with all that was buzzing around my head!).

We got up early (for us) on Tuesday and started to prepare for the long journey ahead. By 9.30, I was enjoying my first and last cuppa of the day with Poppydog walked and fed and the van pretty much ready to hitch and go, as I idly watched the Site Wardens wandering from unit to unit advising us that the site would be closing with immediate effect and we needed to be on our way as soon as possible!

How surreal and eerily silent this all feels!

As any of you that follow my blog, will be aware, I rarely travel more than 50 or 60 miles, as we potter slowly around the UK coast, so the thought of the 420 miles ahead of us was rather daunting! I have to say that in my rather fanciful imagination I was expecting road blocks and all to confront me on my way! And at least a row of tanks to greet me on the Cornish border!

As it turned out of course, no such drama, a lovely calm sunny day and incredibly quiet roads – so much so that at one roundabout I actually forgot I was towing, my apologies to the car driver that I ever so slightly cut up! It took us 8.5 hours including just the one half hour stop around Bristol.

Poppydog was brilliant with not a murmur all the way. We snuck into our little holiday home site where we have a small chalet just as the sun dropped below the horizon and were tucked up in bed asleep within the hour!

Beyond the marshlands at Thornham….

Another lovely sunny day, still a nip in the air but the wind has dropped some. We have decided to make today our last day exploring the Norfolk Coastline.

Continuing our journey along the northern tip of Norfolk, today we park up in Thornham, a pretty sleepy Norfolk village.

From the village we walk the mile or so along lanes to reach the coastal path. There was in fact some parking at the end of the lane, but we enjoyed the peaceful walk. Here the coastal path sits on top of the sea wall above the surrounding marshland.

We crossed an area of dunes and this fab beach lay in wait….

Well social distancing certainly won’t be a problem…

As Poppydog waits patiently for a bit of freedom….

We walked back along the beach to where we left off at Holme Dunes Nature Reserve.

Before taking a last look at this wonderful coastline – until next time.

I have been living, maybe naively, pottering along as we do, with very little human contact, that firstly, we are not endangering anyone and secondly, that we are keeping safe. However, I also appreciate that each county has its own health facilities based on it’s permanent residents and so we are heading home to Cornwall.

Moving down to Norfolk and Sandringham….

A grey start to the day and just as we had finished packing up the inside of the van it started to rain, so I got somewhat damp finishing up and getting us on the road – nice! We are heading down the coast into Norfolk and though the journey was only 70 odd miles it was rather tedious and felt a lot longer. No matter we are now all settled in at Sandringham and very much looking forward to walking the Norfolk Coast.

When it eventually stopped raining at about 5, we set off out to explore our surroundings. Now as you know, I’m not keen on soggy and muddy dog so we followed the network of lanes that run through the Sandringham Estate.

With just birdsong for company and the odd rustling in the undergrowth we had a very pleasant stroll though I suspect that Poppydog would have preferred to be running free terrorising anything and everything that moved in the woodland!