Monday 21 April 2014

21/04/14 - The Singing Fisherman

Walk Inspiration - Jarrold - Cornwall
Distance - 5.7 Miles
Geocaches - 9



Yesterday
We did well to beat the rain on yesterday's walk.  It was biblical in the afternoon, so we spent the afternoon listening to not 1, not 2 but 3 premiership games on the radio.  Then we went out for our Evening Meal.  The smuggler's den provided a fine main course but we felt it was time to move on from this great foodie pub and check out Holywell Bay.  We drove in and instantly found a 15th Century thatched Inn, the Treguth Inn.  On entering, we noticed a very bad leak, with water pouring through the ceiling.  I commented about the quality of the barkeep's thatch to be me with "its the 20th Century flat roof that is leaking".


Would it be rude to order our pudding from a 2nd establishment? I thought not, so spotted dick twice was ordered.  When delivered, Sonia felt that she needed to point out that we had eaten our main elsewhere.


The waiter could not have cared less.

Home for Fargo.

The Walk

St Agnes at EveryTrail


Could we have possibly found the South West Coast Path at its most dramatic?  I think so.  A 10 mile drive out to Trevauance Cove, at the foot of St Agnes.  Park more or less on the beach and head south for a stiff climb up onto the cliffs above.

SWC Coast Path at its most dramatic
Worth the puffing and panting
We are pleased to hit the flat of the cliff tops.  Down below, we can hear someone singing.  Its a fisherman, punting around in his little boat collecting the crab pots.  Belting out a tune as if he was  auditioning for a place with his more famous Port Isaac cousins.

The happiest bank holday worker ever
Happiest Bank Holiday Worker I have ever heard
The walking is superb.  As are the views.  There is a large rock out to sea and I decide to keep Sonia's spirits up.  On the OS map, it is unmarked and unnamed.  I offer her the chance to name it and rather unimaginatively, she comes up with Sonia.  I say that is no good and point out that one I noticed yesterday was called Black Humphrey.  She ponders and decides on "Red Sonia".  Presumably after the 1980's straight to video classic.

The cache nearby informs me that it already has a name and its called  "The Cow".

I am saying nothing.

Climbing Done
Enjoying the SWC Coast Path
The next cache provides much hilarity - positioned as it is directly underneath the men working in the coast guard look out tower.  The cache instructions point out that they are aware of it, so we don't feel too stupid making a find directly under their noses.

Caching under the eyes of the Watchers
Molly Sniff out the cache
Another couple of caches and the ascent to St Agnes Beacon.  Just as the rain starts coming down.

St Agnes Beacon
Wet at the Beacon
To keep spirits up, the talk turns to lunch.  Sonia has ideas about making something back at the cottage, but I tell her to hold fire on her plans until we see what is on offer in St Agnes.

Refreshment Ahoy
Looking Promisng.....
And after 44 years on this planet, I manage to find a way to improve on perfection.

Feb to end all Feb's
By adding a pint to a Full English

St Agnes Hotel - you served our needs well.

We move on, down and then back out the town on the other side.  There is the opportunity to turn off back to the coast path slightly earlier than the book planned.  The scenery is just as dramatic as we reach the coast again - at one point being able to count the chimneys of 6 former mine workings.


Back at Trevaunance Cove
Back where we began

The dog is rewarded with her favourite holiday activity.

Molly on her Jollys
Fetching Sticks out the Sea



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