20/9/2014 – The Lizard to Coverack (9.2mls)

Very mild and clear morning so, restarting from Church Cove, it was comfortable walking passing the “Devil’s Frying Pan” …


… to our coffee stop at the very attractive village of Cadgwith where we had a good chat with the owner of the cafe and who came to the UK from New York 35 years ago.


Leaving Coverack …


… it was again comfortable walking along the cliff tops to pass Poltesco which was the site of the Lizard Serpentine Company. Here the local red and green tinted rock was carved into mantelpieces, shop fronts and church pulpits etc. The finished products were loaded into flat-bottomed barges moored to the wharf and taken out at high tide to ships in the bay for transfer to London and overseas via Penryn and Falmouth. Queen Victoria ordered some items for Osborne House on the Isle of Wight. Serpentine is now only used in cottage industries at The Lizard offering model lighthouses, ashtrays, clock and barometer casings and other gifts.

We then bumped into da doo Ron Ron again which involved another long one-sided chat!, followed by a lazy lunch on the beach at Kennack Sands.

It was then  a long 5miles of relatively easy walking apart from a steep down followed of course by a steep up at Downas Cove.


If you look closely you can see the steps on the other side going up and up seemingly for ever. It’s not possible to go on a walk without Fiona photographing some element of the fauna and flora so here goes with a couple of pictures, the first being for Amelie …


… and the second being for? …


On the way into Coverack, out of the blue in a grassy area were a set of sculptures – we never did find out why and what for …


and finally to Coverack where our B&B was up a hill (surprise, surprise as our Cilla would say!) but the view from our bedroom over the harbour was worth it.


Francine, who ran Penmarth House was incapacitated in that she had had a hip replacement which then caused her to have a recent knee replacement and so was hobbling around on crutches. Her husband, Dick, said he normally did all the breakfast cooking but that with Francine’s predicament he had had to brush up on his table presentation skills. The house itself was a magnificent victorian stone building with large grounds which must be quite a challenge to maintain. We had our evening meal at the Paris Hotel which can be seen at the far end of the pier – the name is not as pretentious as it sounds in that it is derived from the SS Paris that ran abound on the headland in 1899.

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