We signed up for the 'Coastal Trek and Pub Lunch' as a tour today. It started with a one hour coach ride through the beautiful cornish countryside. [We are in Falmouth, Cornwall today.] There were 17 hardy souls with us plus the guide and two ship's escorts.
The guide was a typically English outdoorsy type, ex Londoner, widowed and full of life, good spirits and humour, she made the day for us.
The coach ended up in Lizard Point Village, where we started the trek. There was some high cloud that we were grateful for as when there were no clouds it was hot, and we had dressed for wind, which made it uncomfortable. She set a good pace with periodic stops along the way explaining and showing things to us and that was much better than a forced march.
Eventually we ended up at Lands End where the next step would be into the cold Atlantic. The trek back to the village was a circuitious route that tested the agility of all of us so much so that one couple took the short and simple route back.
Along the way we passed the wireless station where Marconi transmitted the first trans-Atlantic message some 100 years ago. We have seen the other station in Nova Scotia as well some few years ago with Ian and Judy.
It felt good to get out and be forced to push ourselves beyong our comfort zone a bit. As a reward our late lunch of fish and chips [again!] with a half pint of beer, then strawberries and cream seemed to be somewhat justified. The return trip in the coach via a different route was just as enjoyable, but shorter than the trip out.
We checked into our floating luxury hotel and crashed on the bed for an hour before I even looked at the photos that Fellette and I took.
A light dinner and early to bed I suspect tonight. Tomorrow we have a later start and a coach ride to Carew Castle at Tenby, Wales. The walk is much shorter and it looks like a cake-walk to me.
A little place of worship and tranquility on the coastal street.
Swimming, Cornish style. A bit chilly we are told.
Only in Cornwall, maybe.
Strung out single file most of the time but not always. Talking takes your breath away at a brisk pace anyhow.
Our intrepid leader for the hike.
Of course, a 'Most Southerly Gift Shop'.
We two.
There are flowers on every stone wall it seems, growing in it, on it and over it.
A view of the Hotel from just before the tougest and steepest part of the trail began.
A Coast Watch Station, manned by volunteers who do five hours on. Every little ship and boat is logged in. Even yachts are logged in as they pass in our out. Out is into the Atlantic and if they run intotrouble there is at least a record of when they passed Lizard Point!
Apparently there has been a place of worship here for 1600 years.
There, proof we were here.
The good part of the trek.
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