experiencing the real bull shit

Yesterday saw us visit the National Seal Sanctuary in the oddly-named village of Gweek (named after the Cornish word gwig, meaning forest village).  The Sanctuary does good work saving pinnipeds and other mammals in need of help and veterinary care.  A few proper characters among the grey seals and southern sealions in particular there.



Walking took us along the Helford River, an idyllic stretch of water that runs a fair way inland.  Thence along the coast to the next inlet, the Gillan Creek, crossed via a little outboard ferry boat driven by a friendly local ferryman.





Weather was mixed and showering, the story of our meteorological life recently.  John’s Stone at Porthallow did not helps us especially.  The official Midway Marker of the Coast Path marked our 300 or so miles thus far.



On to Coverack via a very moist stretch of beachside trail.  Met by a very docile bull browsing pathside.



Today saw us take on the Lizard.  Carly befriended good-looking bovines en route.  Called into the Black Head coastwatch hut.  More particularly muddy, dangerously-slippery, poorly-maintained trails to Cadgwith where Ally and John awaited us at the Cadgwith Cove pub as a very welcomed break.






Then to Lizard Point, the most southerly point of mainland England, past the Marconi hut, site of the first long-distance radio  transmission in 1901; the lighthouse complex; the tourist-busy Point itself; and precipitous, dramatic cliffs beyond.  Thankfully the substrate was comparatively arid on the west-facing side of the peninsula, although the wind speeds were on the blasty side.  Glorious and huge cliffs along the Lizard west, with crashing aquamarine surf below.






Made it inland to the village of Mullion, 19.5 miles down for the day.  Met goats.