Last weekend, we went to Cornwall. It was a bit of a whirlwind trip around the north coast to get photos for Graham’s forthcoming book on walks in the county. So we camped at a great little campsite on a farm, nothing fancy, near Boscastle, and whizzed around various points on the coastal path on the Saturday, then went to Bodmin Moor and Rough Tor on the Sunday.
We travelled down on the Friday, and it rained all day and all night, but that didn’t stop us heading for the Coombe Valley and Duckpool beach that evening. It was great to be by the sea again, and this was very reminiscent of Shetland – wild and wet weather included! One of the things I do miss is being by the coast, and rugged, dramatic scenery.
Bertie loved it – he seemed to feel that it was all very familiar territory, too. He even seemed to enjoy the camping, especially when he got the chance to leave his own bed and sneak into my sleeping bag.
On Saturday morning, the sun came up and it turned into a baking hot day. We began with a visit to Crackington Haven where we grabbed a coffee then went up to the cliffs above the village by St Genny’s Church and walked some of the coastpath there. We then headed back south through Boscastle, stopping off at the Strangles on the way, to Tintagel, where we did our best to avoid getting too entangled with the busloads of French schoolchildren, and came across a fresh hatching of Scarlet Tiger moths. In the afternoon we did a longer walk around Pentire Point.
On Sunday it was another glorious day, and we packed up and headed north for Bodmin Moor, where we walked up to Rough Tor, taking in Little Rough Tor and Showery Tor on the way. Graham, of course, couldn’t resist climbing the bizarre rock stacks and even I made it up to sit in the bowl-shaped hole at the top of Rough Tor itself. Legend says that any woman whose bottom is small enough to allow her to sit in the hole can have a family-sized bar of Cadbury’s Caramel for pudding that night. (OK, I just made that bit up…)