Just a few pics from a brief trip to beautiful West Cornwall last week.
We briefly stopped at Stonehenge… only a few days till the summer solstice.
I knew some people in Hayle so we used this as our base and booked into a local B&B.
Their local was 'The Bucket of Blood' the HSD wet down rather nicely and it made a change to hear tales about smugglers and ‘Cousin Jack.’
Certain pubs on the Essex coast are normally full of pseudo salty sea dogs singing sea shanties most friday nights...
Interesting wooden woman on Hayle harbour (insert gag about giving me wood...
)
Next morning we went to St Michael's mount near Penzance.
Interesting amphibian.
Lobster potts.
Sorry but we had to do the tourist thing and head for Lands End.
Plonker at Lands End.
While we where there we saw these guy's setting off. They were called Ride 4Heroes. Not sure how far they were going on them little Armstrongs, but they were raising money for wounded soldiers.
Next stop was the Minack Threatre. The Minack Theatre is an open-air theatre, constructed above a gully with a rocky granite outcrop jutting into the sea (minack in Cornish means a stony or rocky place).
Although we couldn't look round (due to it being showtime) the surrounding flower garden and views were stunning.
Hunger set in - so we had a late luch at Lamorna Cove.
When in Rome...
Nice view.
It being the right time of year and with the sun shining, we decided to stay out late.
The little village of Mousehole or as the locals call it 'Mowzel' was our next stop.
Legend has it that the harbour entrance is so small the fishermen called it ‘the Mousehole’. The locals grew fond of this name and renamed their village.
Having read the story of Mowzer the Mousehole cat Julie went in search of the moggy, but only found this...
So we gave up the search grabbed a Cornish ice cream (topped with clotted cream) and sat down next to some old girl who was sleeping on a bench in the sunshine.
After half an hour and fearing she’d had a stroke (or was getting sun stroke) I decided to try and wake her up. It was nearly ‘painful stimuli’ but luckily she stirred before I could leap into action.
Later I realised that she had a pint of guinness as a substitute for her right leg.
No footie on tonight so back in a mo.
We briefly stopped at Stonehenge… only a few days till the summer solstice.
I knew some people in Hayle so we used this as our base and booked into a local B&B.
Their local was 'The Bucket of Blood' the HSD wet down rather nicely and it made a change to hear tales about smugglers and ‘Cousin Jack.’
Certain pubs on the Essex coast are normally full of pseudo salty sea dogs singing sea shanties most friday nights...
Interesting wooden woman on Hayle harbour (insert gag about giving me wood...
)
Next morning we went to St Michael's mount near Penzance.
Interesting amphibian.
Lobster potts.
Sorry but we had to do the tourist thing and head for Lands End.
Plonker at Lands End.
While we where there we saw these guy's setting off. They were called Ride 4Heroes. Not sure how far they were going on them little Armstrongs, but they were raising money for wounded soldiers.
Next stop was the Minack Threatre. The Minack Theatre is an open-air theatre, constructed above a gully with a rocky granite outcrop jutting into the sea (minack in Cornish means a stony or rocky place).
Although we couldn't look round (due to it being showtime) the surrounding flower garden and views were stunning.
Hunger set in - so we had a late luch at Lamorna Cove.
When in Rome...
Nice view.
It being the right time of year and with the sun shining, we decided to stay out late.
The little village of Mousehole or as the locals call it 'Mowzel' was our next stop.
Legend has it that the harbour entrance is so small the fishermen called it ‘the Mousehole’. The locals grew fond of this name and renamed their village.
Having read the story of Mowzer the Mousehole cat Julie went in search of the moggy, but only found this...
So we gave up the search grabbed a Cornish ice cream (topped with clotted cream) and sat down next to some old girl who was sleeping on a bench in the sunshine.
After half an hour and fearing she’d had a stroke (or was getting sun stroke) I decided to try and wake her up. It was nearly ‘painful stimuli’ but luckily she stirred before I could leap into action.
Later I realised that she had a pint of guinness as a substitute for her right leg.
No footie on tonight so back in a mo.
)
