We have seen some very different sides to the Cornish coast so far. On our first day’s walking along the south coast to Penzance, the spring flowers were glorious. There were fields of daffodils as well as plenty growing wild in the hedgerows. Campion, violets and wild garlic grew anywhere there was space and the gorse and blackthorn blossom covered the sides of the cliff. In contrast was the north coast wind swept by the salty south-westerlies. Once we were across the Penzance/Hayle neck there seemed to be more of a struggle.
On our walk from Hayle to Portreath there was one bay which must have had over 100 seals, mostly mothers and their young. The weather that day showed the spectacular coastline at its best; blue sea and sky, white breakers, stark rocks and the sound of the skylarks mingling with the seabirds.
Our next leg was much more stark. A misty drizzly day saw us walking among Poldark country, (if you have read the books). Mine shafts, chimneys and spoil heaps were there looming up at us through the mist. Old second world war shelters also spoke of grim days past and present day army training camps, of battlefields in other places.
But for sheer grandeur, the north coast is hard to beat. Newquay itself has many surfers out braving the cold waves and we have even been ever so slightly tempted ourselves …….