I hadn’t planned on coming here really, I just caught a glimpse of it from the A390 on a sunny but cold Saturday in April and felt the pull as it is a small part of my own history. Helman Tor is an out-of-place segment of moorland in the midst of the green pasture and […]
Month: April 2016
Lansallos
Lansalwys is the Cornish language name it seems, I don’t know which I prefer. Today being the first consistently warm, yet crisp, Spring day I had to get out and jettison my school workload. Pretty much the only I’ll say about Lansallos is go. On a sun soaked day it is easily one of my […]
Looe
Funny old place, Looe. I haven’t lived here long. Ent no Looe boy. I did grow up in close proximity to a very similar place though; Mevagissey. It’s scarcely a hidden wonder. A summer town, out n’out. Packed to the gills in Summer, dead as the by-catch in the winter. Visitors have a complex relation […]
Downderry
I am fond of Downderry. I had never heard of it until I found myself toiling in the fields and polytunnels around this docile and fertile patch during a long summer. Drop into from the Rame side and you will be met with a peculiar strip of a village. The road goes straight through, parrallel […]
Hemmick and a bit Further.
I often hear Hemmick spoken of in reverential tones; friends, family and strangers all utter soft, dreamy cooing sounds when the name is mentioned. They bleddy love the place basically. Soft sand, clear water (my Father and I, keen swimmers, always note that the water feels colder here than in the St. Austell bay) […]
Deadman Point
It’s now known by the less macabre name; Dodman Point, or just ‘The Dodman’. Well known to sailors for centuries, it’s steep forbiding cliffs reached by rounding the Lizard, marked the real beginning of the channel, the end of the wild Atlantic and home. It’s a hard, windswept place still. The granite cross stands mute […]
‘Secret Beach’
‘Ahh don’t tell everyone about that!’ ‘Everyone? I think there might be about 3 people who will read this’ ‘I just don’t want everyone to know about it.’ Secret beaches are never secret. Find somewhere that feels like only you know about it and it’s ansum but it’s also certain a fair amount of other […]
Roseland: Tregothnan and Caerhays.
The stretch of coast between Gorran Haven and St. Mawes is sparse, local and overlooked. Expansive and remote but gentle and sloping in a way you won’t find west of the Lizard or on the windburnt wave-carved north coast. The stark difference between North Coast and South Coast is something that has always grasped […]
