But first... another question for Big A, what is this? We spotted these along the path on many different days, there would just be one on its own, then none for ages and then another.Identification please... and yes, I've never forgotten the mole... mortified!
Our day began with birthday presents for Tim :-) followed by a drive up to Cremyll.
There is a ferry from here across to Plymouth and we were blessed with more gorgeous weather.
The soil here is definitely red compared to the rest of Cornwall. It wasn't long before the bus arrived to take us to Crafthole and for Tim to mark his birthday by christening his bus pass! Disappointingly, the driver didn't give it a second glance!
From Crafthole we walked back across the golf course and on to the Coast Path.
This is a strange section of coast, as we had to cross the firing range at Tregantle Fort,
and walk past the fort itself, an ugly, hard, grey building which I disliked hugely. 
The cliff here is scattered with little shacks,
from a distance they looked like grazing cattle, or a rash of chicken pox spots! 
If you enlarge the next pic you'll see some of the grazing shacks but mostly how imposing the fort is.
In contrast, happily, there were glorious colours in the sea,
panoramic views of distant headlands and a strong wind blowing.
There is a ferry from here across to Plymouth and we were blessed with more gorgeous weather.
The soil here is definitely red compared to the rest of Cornwall. It wasn't long before the bus arrived to take us to Crafthole and for Tim to mark his birthday by christening his bus pass! Disappointingly, the driver didn't give it a second glance!
From Crafthole we walked back across the golf course and on to the Coast Path.
This is a strange section of coast, as we had to cross the firing range at Tregantle Fort,
and walk past the fort itself, an ugly, hard, grey building which I disliked hugely. 
The cliff here is scattered with little shacks,
from a distance they looked like grazing cattle, or a rash of chicken pox spots! 
If you enlarge the next pic you'll see some of the grazing shacks but mostly how imposing the fort is.
In contrast, happily, there were glorious colours in the sea,
panoramic views of distant headlands and a strong wind blowing. Rame Head,
which was the headland we'd been viewing for several days, was beautiful, and as we had lunch (with lots of other folk about) Tim tried out his mobile phone.
I had passed on my old one to him, and he was sending his first message, to Bridgie I think. I also received messages here as it happened to be Mother's day, although I sort of think of it as my babies' day - although they're all big now! 
From Rame we walk to Cawsand and Kingsand,
interesting little places with narrow streets and doors and windows boarded up against the waves which can batter here in winter stroms.
Kingsand also used to be in Devon, (until 1844) and Tim tried, unsuccesfully to divide himself! 
From here the walk went through woodland belonging to Mount Edgcumbe where there were wonderful trees and some uprooted ones. Views across plymouth sound and the breakwater, Drake's Island with naval vessels being shepherded around it by the tug boats. 
From here we skirted the water's edge and at Tim's behest took this pic which is of 'A drake and his island!' or 'Two Drakes' - shame the island isn't clear! 
We rounded the corner and were back at the ferry point, views of Mt Edgcumbe House
and a Welcome to Cornwall if you were going the other way!
To this point, approx 400 miles and 80,000 feet! :-) Tim and I decided that the feast of sport that was coming up would mean we would not continue the walk till the summer tourists had departed, so we'll probably begin again sometime in September.
which was the headland we'd been viewing for several days, was beautiful, and as we had lunch (with lots of other folk about) Tim tried out his mobile phone.
I had passed on my old one to him, and he was sending his first message, to Bridgie I think. I also received messages here as it happened to be Mother's day, although I sort of think of it as my babies' day - although they're all big now! 
:-)
From Rame we could see into the future again... probably September when we might start walking on those distant headlands!
From Rame we walk to Cawsand and Kingsand,
interesting little places with narrow streets and doors and windows boarded up against the waves which can batter here in winter stroms.
Kingsand also used to be in Devon, (until 1844) and Tim tried, unsuccesfully to divide himself! 
From here the walk went through woodland belonging to Mount Edgcumbe where there were wonderful trees and some uprooted ones. Views across plymouth sound and the breakwater, Drake's Island with naval vessels being shepherded around it by the tug boats. 
From here we skirted the water's edge and at Tim's behest took this pic which is of 'A drake and his island!' or 'Two Drakes' - shame the island isn't clear! 
We rounded the corner and were back at the ferry point, views of Mt Edgcumbe House
and a Welcome to Cornwall if you were going the other way!
To this point, approx 400 miles and 80,000 feet! :-) Tim and I decided that the feast of sport that was coming up would mean we would not continue the walk till the summer tourists had departed, so we'll probably begin again sometime in September.
Yet another interesting post: thanks, Ruthie. Part of the coast that I don't know at all.
ReplyDeleteBut as for your query..... ermmm, it looks like a red blob to me. Did it have legs?? I need more information.
Anonymous Meriel says
ReplyDeleteLovely views and pictures of the birthday meal.
Trying to work out what you had.
Have I missed something somewhere as I don't remember seeing this section before and it is almost a month ago.