I often felt I was in the midst of a British novel. Narrow roads between hedgerows, stone buildings right to the road edge, rain and gloomy skies. We were there just a week or so before Storm Brian hit. It was rainy but not stormy. From our B&B we caught the tiny passenger shuttle boat across to Falmouth and enjoyed exploring. We also drove along the coast, including the area known as the "tin coast" where ruins of old tin mines and mills remain. Our favorite spot was probably Priest Cove, a tiny little fishing spot. As luck would have it, the sun occasionally broke thru the slate skies and created the kind of lighting photographers love.
|From Falmouth looking across the harbor. Our B&B would be at top of hill|
on the right, just out of view
|I took a hike from our farm house through the estate to the waterfront. This|
gate leads to the estate house.
|Side "street" in Falmouth|
|I usually don't photograph restrooms but made an exception for this one|
on the dock in Falmouth
Second, along the north coast of Cornwall:
|Surfers and a hiker along the Cornwall coast|
Roads are narrow but drivers were unfailingly polite. The person closest to a wide spot, or to an actual lay-by which is the term for a small pull out, would pull over. Having said they were unfailingly polite, I would add that that was in rural areas and small towns. Heard lots of horns in London but we only used public transit there.
You can see that in the following photos we had a bit of rain and fog. These are along the west coast of Cornwall. We headed to St. Ives which seemed too big, and too touristy. I'm sure that it had its great spots, but we decided to continue driving towards the point towards Lands End, through little communities like Morvah, St. Just, and Zennor.
|We ate lunch at the pub across the street|
|Old chapel, now a tea house and B&B in Zennor. Thick, yellow, clotted cream. This place|
caters to the hikers. The UK has wonderful hiking trails and places like this provide overnight accomodations.
We had a morning tea break in Zennor and lunch at a pub in Morvah when the rain, maybe I should say it was a heavy drizzle was at its most. This is an area which once was a major tin mining and processing area. The next two photos are of old mine ruins.
One of my favorite spots in our travels was tiny Priest Cove, not far from St. Just and Cape Cornwell. It had both the remnants of the old mining industry and is still a small fishing cove. Here are the shots. I am sure the fact the sun kept breaking thru the dark clouds, casting incredible golden light probably had a lot to do with it being a favorite spot.
|Old church at Priest Cove which served the mining community. This fence post, runis of the church, |
a gravestone and a wall are all that are left. But what a view, especially as the clouds disappeared
looking north from the point.
|Looking the other way is a solitary house. If you click on the photo and enlarge it, you can|
see remnants of the old tin mill to the left, almost at the midpoint. Another closer shot is shown below.