It’s been a long time, I suddenly felt bad about posting photos of the beach, being able to get out and have so much space around me; a guilt for being able to access these places. I didn’t want to be accused of saying I have it better than you but on the other hand I also know that people appreciated the images. So we’ve just been getting on with it and not shouting out about it, if it’s low tide we head onto the beach, at high tide we stay up on the cliffs or take circular walks from the cliff inland. We have been trying to find other pathways from the ordnance survey map but there are surprisingly few, we even rang the bell of a farmhouse to ask if we could walk up the path shown on the map to a reservoir. The farmer called it his ‘fishing lake’, [which a phone box, used as a ticket office, states would cost us £8] he was very nice but wasn’t going to let us. Nor did our neighbouring farm let us walk up the track that would have taken us to some woods alongside his fields. However we did find the way to the village of St John, which does take us diagonally across fields until you come to a stile and a wooded path that leads into the village. Perfect for a ‘normal’ Sunday lunchtime at a pub with a garden at the end of the walk – which there is, but the pub has decided not to open on the 4th.
We’ve also been walking on some of the other parts of the Bay, the paths on the cliff allow us to wander through the chalets at Treganhawke, Trenninow and Wiggle and the intriguing dip called Happy Valley that has a handful of chalets cheek by jowl on their own part of the cliff. These walks have been wonderful and have made us much more appreciative of where we live. Many of the chalets are weekend and holiday homes and so are shuttered up waiting for their owners to re-emerge out of lock down and by next week I imagine there will be a stream of people returning so I feel we’ve wandered at the right time.
The bird song has been incredible, we have sky larks in the fields along with blackbirds, wrens and robins, but also stonechats and warblers on the cliff. We have had visits in the front field by pheasants, red grouse and a couple of fallow deer, we had our usual Spring neighbours, the lambs, who delight us with their games – running together across the field like some sort of sports day for sheep.
We’ve really enjoyed having our own patch of Cornwall to ourselves with our neighbours but come tomorrow it will be open again for everyone else so, maybe now I will less guilty about sharing posts.