past the bar, smugglers’ booze, and towards the mount

Left Mullion this morning to walk past a series of gravelly beaches and rocky coves.  Through Gunwalloe, and Loe Bar with The Loe itself just inland:  the largest freshwater body in Cornwall.

Then to one of the UK’s most storm-battered towns, Porthlevan, that didn’t look all that welcoming on a calm, but cloudy day:  maybe its weather defenses to blame?  From there some fun running up and down slopes with decent vistas and past tin mining remnants from the 1800s:  Trewavas and Wheal Prosper mines.

Tougher jogging along the soft gravel on the long beach at Praa Sands.

We are deep into Cornish smuggling country currently. Jogged around Prussia and Bessy’s Coves on the bend between the Lizard and Penzance this afternoon. Local late 18th century smuggling’s Lord of the Manor, John Carter, went by the nickname The King of Prussia, hence the name of the cove he used to operate out of. The adjacent Bessy’s Cove is named after Bessy Bussow who indirectly got in on the smuggling act by way of selling duty-free booze out of her house: the characterful building pictured.

Seventeen miles completed to Marazion.  Now with St. Michael’s Mount visible through the hotel window.