Alex & Mark in St. Ives.I know this word annoys the locals but it is the only way to describe it: Quaint.
Quainty, quainty, quaint.
Thin labyrinthine cobblestone lanes leading to small doors leading to ye-olde pubs. Yup, quaint.
It's QQ (quaintness-quotient) was beaten only by 'Mousehole', the wee town we visited later on. Just like St. Ives, but minus any tourist/tacky interference & even more rabbit warren-y (or is that mousehole-y?).
Now this is beachfront living.St. Ives.
Walking out past ruins to a wild headland we nearly stepped on the local wildlife.
Although he was unlikely to be enchanted royalty, I thought I'd better check eh.
Mark, our intrepid host, led us up the rocks over the headland.
Awesomely windy up there.Great place for pirate spotting I imagine. (Arrrrr)
Ancient standing stones dubbed The Merry Maidens. I felt pretty fortunate to see a place like this so pristine, almost alone & in such an open space. Very groovy.
Alex & I at Land's End
Next morning the two of us headed off early to make Penzance by low tide so we can walk out to St. Michael's Mount.This is a place both of us had read about when we were younger so it was quite cool to see.
The path to the island is only dry for about 3 hours at low-tide and is cobbled with lovely yellow blocks.Very Wizard of Oz.
We had a enjoyable wander around the public areas of the island.
And just as we got off the island it began to rain....Well, you can't come to England in Winter then complain about the rain so all I will say is that we had a rather 'wild' 40 min walk round the coast back to Penzance & thence caught the train back to Hayle.
I am now trying to get my Doc's dry, sitting in the conservatory, where I can look out over the Moors that the Roberts' home backs on to. They say there are foxes, but I've not seen them yet. Typical. Although we are woken each morning to a tree full of crows - a murder if you will - outside our bedroom window, warbling at the dawn.
So ends our journey through the more rural area's of Ireland & England, for tomorrow we catch the train to the big smoke - London.
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The Merry Maidens are so cool - just how did they do that without a digger? Just spent kazillion dollars today having a digger place some large rocks in our garden. They will need naming and from the looks of it "Dog Rock" will be at the top of the list. Spot has adopted the big flat one as a daybed. They came up from the forest below the house so they really do belong here & look cool. Have been acting as the builders 'boy' with apron, hammer and sunnies helping with the decks being built. I've been told my building skills are ok but I need to learn to swear before I'll ever be taken seriously in the building trade :-)
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