Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Porthcurno to Penzance (Oct3rd)

This is a bit of an epic blog, but hopefully you'll enjoy sharing this section of the walk with me. We set off early the next morning through the narrow streets of Penzance,

and caught the bus back to Porthcurno - starting our walk about 10.15. Legs were feeling a bit tired after yesterday's long walk so today was a bit harder. This walk, however, includes my favourite place on this earth of ours.

Along Treen Cliff, between Porthcurno and Treryn Dinas (where Logan Rock is perched) I always feel as though I've come home. It probably sounds quite odd, but I feel a real connection with this place, though I'm not quite sure why.


I'm not a particularly spritual person, but if you needed to find my spirit, it would probably be here!

Looking back towards Portcurno and the Minack Theatre is also stunning.

The granite rocks create such wonderful colours both in beach and cliff, and they have a warmth and rough smoothness (if that makes sense!) that I love.

I tear myself away from here and the path winds on over granite moorland to Penberth Cove which is so pretty.

Our guide book says that it is much painted and photographed because of its unspoilt nature, a 19th century capstan, cottages and boats, I'll let you decide...

Penberth Cove

The Capstan

After Penberth cove we walked along the cliff top and spotted this wonderful little garden plot...

...clearly sheltered and warm, an ideal spot for cultivation :-) From here we descended into Porthguarnon which was probably how Penberth was before the settlement arrived. Our path had not had too many ascents and descents but this was quite a strenuous one for tired legs!


You can see the path winding its way down to cove, it was a fairly steep climb back up through the dry bracken.

This little section clearly has a special climate because we then came across St Loy - known as lush St Loy...

Here the path crossed a pebbly beach...

before returning to the cliff and on towards Lamorna Cove. This section was sometimes a scramble over, around and between the huge granite rocks. The colour of the sea here was amazing!

Mousehole with its wonderful little harbour came next,

it was possible to see through the narrow harbour entrance and glimpse St Michael's Mount!

The path now ran next to a cycle path for the run in to Newlyn, where we enjoyed the narrow streets and a beautiful rainbow.

We were very tired when we got back to the hostel, but a refreshing shower revived us enough to return to the Alverne one more time!

The food was wonderful again... here's my choc dessert,

and here are Sandra and her daughter Charlotte who looked after us so well, and we hope to see again soon... my mouth waters at the prospect!


  1. Thanks Ruthie, wonderful pictures and that tree fern probably came from Tasmania via the nursey at Moresk.
    xx Jeannie

  2. Oh Cornwall! I've even less association than you (only by marriage!) but I love it too.