Mawgan Porth

flowers and sand

It was a misty morning with Cornish mizzle which makes you damp rather than wet. Van-Man was puzzled when the Change Engine oil message did not appear, but drove to our daughters. He went to church with them leaving me and the large Lurcher to guard the house. Lottie can’t be left alone as she can open doors and would probably try out every bed in the house and run off with shoes or toys. Lottie was well behaved and slept on her bed all morning after eyeing up the sofa which I protected by putting the washing basket and a box on it. She was restless at 1.30 as if expecting the family to return and waited at the window looking out.

The church was lively with a relaxed cafe style seating, and Van-Man got to meet a few old friends. Next time it will be my turn to go. We had a late lunch when they returned and left just before to walk Lottie as the mizzle finally stopped.

Between Mawgan Porth and Watergate Bay

We went back to the camp site and walked the coast path towards Mawgan Porth the whole walk took just over an hour. Lottie was keen to go in this direction as she had never walked it before and trotted ahead of us. We were overtaken by a jogger in vivid yellow who we think ran all the way to Mawgan Porth. This part of the coast path is up and down and the surface varies from solid rock to loose rock and scree on the hillside. It was hard enough walking on the uneven surface let alone run. If I tried that I would probably tumble over and injure myself. We met another jogger who also seemed impervious to the loose stones as he ran and skidded down the steep descent.

floral cliff edge

There were lovely displays of flowers on the cliffs, stone walls and beside the paths. At one point the path dropped steeply into a gully with a stream in the bottom of it. Lottie seemed to be following a scent at this point. On the way back she paddled in the stream and had a drink. Then she charged up the steep slope and waited at the top as if to say ‘can't you go any faster?’

perfect blooms

She then rolled in the springy grass to towel herself down.

As we approached the road the jogger in vivid yellow passed behind us, still steaming along. I’d rather walk and take in the view slowly.

We went back to the site and had a quiet evening. With a large family times of quiet are important.