Leave the camp site early and arrive at the top of Clovelly where cars have to be left. As we are there an hour before the visitors centre is open we do not have to pay admission to walk down to the town.. The cobbled streets are exeedingly steep and the locals own sledges that have wooden slides to cart their things up or down to their houses. We try to imagine what it would be like when one buys a new fridge or bed or similar and have to get it down to the cottage. Then the old item would have to leave the village by the same means!
Headed southwest we arrive at Tintagel the place that Merlin, Arthur and Guineverre legends abound. I know that I had been taken here as a child of around 5 or perhaps 7 and over recent years have enjoyed reading Arthurian legends.
The Castle and Merlin's cave are quite a walk down a hill and then there is a long wander up and down steps and across the penninsular. Views spectacular, ruins are not great but it is the location and the mystery that I went for.
We also make it to Land's Ends and I suspect that it is always a blustery place to visit. Starting to feel a long way from home and missing the things we have in Australia with it's wide open spaces.
We are really 'over' the narrow lanes with high mounds and hedges on top. Scenic views cannot be seen from these lanes and in one particular case we drive a long way burried in the road to get to a point with a lighthouse and a view but find that we end in a car park and once again have to fork out some money to leave the car there followed by a walk to see anything.
Continue around the coast to Land's End where is is very wild and windy. On round to Mousehole
(pronounced Mozzle), St Michael's Mount until we find Cury. My family lived here for about 8 months when I was 7-8 years old and it is where my brother was born. I easily find my old school - a two classroom school but fail to find the thatched cottage we rented until my brother was born. Buy 1/2 dozen eggs from a farm gate sale and check into farm camp grounds. Right behind our tent among the trees there is a steep drop into a stream that plays pleasant music as we drift off to sleep in the lovely sheltered field. Spot a pair (brace?) of pheasants.
Next morning we toss up whether we are going to vist the Eden Project or not but decide that the entry fee is very steep.
The Project is a massive clear dome that has been put into an old pipe clay quarry and in the controlled environment plants and trees are growing and much, much more. Instead I see that there is Sea Lion rehabilitation park with otters at Gweek
and we chose to donate our ticket money to these delightful creatures, many of who have recovered from horrific injuries. Continuing onwards we find we are about to pass a place called Devorna and I know that my eldest cousin lives here. I probably haven't seen her for 48 years so on a chance we turn off and find her cottage. Amazingly we find her and her oldest child home (B is now 31 years old and a year older than my eldest child) and spend a couple of wonderful hours trying to catch up on 48 years.