Day Twenty Seven - St Mawes to Porthole 22.0km (13.7 miles).
Time on route 6:45hrs, walking time 6:15hrs.
Monday 18 April 2016
I have recently changed employment and am far more flexible with my working patterns. So instead of cramming a walk into a weekend I was able to enjoy a more leisurely affair mid week accompanied by my daughter who is home from university.
I paused my SWCP trek at St Mawes last November and couldn't easily restart until the Place Ferry opened again at Easter. This is the ferry across from St Mawes to St Anthony's peninsula. My public transport hub has shifted to St Austell and our best option was to park at Probus and take the bus to St Mawes.
We didn't have long to enjoy St Mawes as the ferry was just about to leave. However this old style of garage interested me. And, as it turned out, I saw quite a few further around the Roseland Peninsula over the next couple of days.
We left on the Place Ferry.
Its only a short 10 minute hop across.
Hair and smiles.
St Anthony Church at Place is late-Norman with a beautiful door.
Being spring there were daffodils aplenty.
A medieval coffin.
It was an overcast day but dry. Ideal walking weather. As eagerly anticipated (by me at any rate) St Anthony lighthouse was winking away in the gloom.
I love the way the wind shapes the direction of shrub growth.
My final glance at Falmouth looking back across Carrick Roads.
We walked past St Anthony Head and around the peninsula being, at one stage, only 300m from our landing point an hour or so earlier.
Being by the coast is wonderful. It's sensory heaven - the sound of the waves and gulls, the sight of the sea and horizon, the smell of the littoral zone, the taste of salt on your lips. I try not to touch much.
I was fascinated by this south facing cove where all the kelp had washed up.
Our lunch spot was Portscatho. The cafe was closed however the Plume of Feathers was up and running so we popped in for coffee and a snack.
It served us the best chips I've had for a long time. She even shared.
We marched off, replete, and passed the Lookout Station which looked remarkably like a green wheelie bin from a distance.
There wasn't much flat walking today. The path was dry and well marked, just not level for much - all too soon we'd descend into a cove and sweep back up onto the cliff tops. And repeat.
This was a sad sight. I think it's around Pendower: a forlone closed pub.
We watched a 'port and starboard' couple stroll across Carne Beach.
Daffodils!
We arrived late afternoon in Porthole, a small fishing village with a southwesterly harbour.
Apparently the harbour is so narrow that during the course of 17 years the local life boat had nothing to do. The approach is too tricky to attempt in a storm so any ailing vessel would shelter elsewhere.
Shame the harbour was empty of locals ;-)
Porthole Pin-up
Time on route 6:45hrs, walking time 6:15hrs.
Monday 18 April 2016
I have recently changed employment and am far more flexible with my working patterns. So instead of cramming a walk into a weekend I was able to enjoy a more leisurely affair mid week accompanied by my daughter who is home from university.
I paused my SWCP trek at St Mawes last November and couldn't easily restart until the Place Ferry opened again at Easter. This is the ferry across from St Mawes to St Anthony's peninsula. My public transport hub has shifted to St Austell and our best option was to park at Probus and take the bus to St Mawes.
We didn't have long to enjoy St Mawes as the ferry was just about to leave. However this old style of garage interested me. And, as it turned out, I saw quite a few further around the Roseland Peninsula over the next couple of days.
We left on the Place Ferry.
Its only a short 10 minute hop across.
Hair and smiles.
St Anthony Church at Place is late-Norman with a beautiful door.
Being spring there were daffodils aplenty.
A medieval coffin.
It was an overcast day but dry. Ideal walking weather. As eagerly anticipated (by me at any rate) St Anthony lighthouse was winking away in the gloom.
I love the way the wind shapes the direction of shrub growth.
My final glance at Falmouth looking back across Carrick Roads.
We walked past St Anthony Head and around the peninsula being, at one stage, only 300m from our landing point an hour or so earlier.
Being by the coast is wonderful. It's sensory heaven - the sound of the waves and gulls, the sight of the sea and horizon, the smell of the littoral zone, the taste of salt on your lips. I try not to touch much.
I was fascinated by this south facing cove where all the kelp had washed up.
Our lunch spot was Portscatho. The cafe was closed however the Plume of Feathers was up and running so we popped in for coffee and a snack.
It served us the best chips I've had for a long time. She even shared.
We marched off, replete, and passed the Lookout Station which looked remarkably like a green wheelie bin from a distance.
There wasn't much flat walking today. The path was dry and well marked, just not level for much - all too soon we'd descend into a cove and sweep back up onto the cliff tops. And repeat.
This was a sad sight. I think it's around Pendower: a forlone closed pub.
We watched a 'port and starboard' couple stroll across Carne Beach.
Daffodils!
We arrived late afternoon in Porthole, a small fishing village with a southwesterly harbour.
Apparently the harbour is so narrow that during the course of 17 years the local life boat had nothing to do. The approach is too tricky to attempt in a storm so any ailing vessel would shelter elsewhere.
Shame the harbour was empty of locals ;-)
Porthole Pin-up
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