of that Pub Food - We
love it, but now we need to walk it off again.
coastal walk from New Polzeath to Port Quin and back again
may not find this terribly rewarding unless you're included here, so this is a
good time for casual and random browsers to turn back before they get too caught
up in the sweep and majesty of the proceedings and can't let go.
surmounts the beach at New Polzeath north of Padstow, Cornwall, fitted out to
lope energetically all the way to Port Quin. Note the famous "hiking sandals",
which let the feet breathe.
"Southwestern Coast Path" to speed us on our way.
Rump Point, formerly (long ago) a kind of Celtic fortress with a defensive wall
across the neck connecting it to the mainland.
Hiking sandals are holding up.
A peek at the sea through the keyhole
One of the local attractions
Another of the attractions, nearing a quiet beach along the way
Down to the beach
A beach experience uninterrupted by noisy children or beach volleyball tournaments with alcohol
contemplative moment for Kristin on the Cornwall coast, 19 October 2004.
Another one's due any day now.
"castle" (centre), a party venue for the young lords and ladies in the
Kristin peering down into the mines where the working-class lads toiled miserably and died early. The party palace of the young lords and ladies is up on the hill behind.
form, but decadence to an extraordinary degree. This was a party lodge for the
local have-its, and the have-it-nots were naturally unwelcome. (But we're here
now, and they're not.)
party castle from afar (above), party kristin (below)
Quin --- uhh, not much here. Okay. Let's go back.
of our many admirers on the homeward trek. This is one of the few animals we met
during the entire hike who spoke nearly perfect English, and knew what he wanted.
A magisterial sheep thing, if you know what I mean.