Back From Cornwall
At around 19.00 last night, I completed the long journey back from my four-day weekend in Cornwall.
St. Michael’s Mount, Marazion.
Weather-wise, it was glorious and it appears as though this ‘heatwave’ has also spread throughout Somerset. I managed to get a lot done and it was a good experience. There’s a lot to write about that will come your way in good time.
That’s not to suggest that it didn’t almost go very badly wrong in the beginning…
- On day one, Saturday; there was a series of unfortunate events. Towards the end of which, I almost felt like packing up and going home.
- Whilst making my sandwiches before setting off on the long drive, I successfully swatted a fly (which never usually happens) with my hand, only to simultaneously pull the groin muscle in my right leg.
- Down the M5 motorway and as I turned on to the exit for Junction 31, the Latvian lorry infront of me swerved dangerously, twice – once, narrowly missing a caravan in the next lane, before pulling to an abrupt stop across the inside lane ahead of me.
- Traffic on the A30 near Bodmin was soul-destroying and my journey-time gained an extra forty-five minutes.
- A week earlier, I’d purchased a tarp to extend the capacity of my tent for cooking… After an hour of fiddling and frustration, I gave up and put it back in the bag, having found that the instructions were insufficient.
- At the camp site that evening, I began preparing my meal, only to find that I’m not packed the pasta to accompany my stir-in sauce.
- Worse still; as I went to boil a commissary cup of tea, I found that my stove was not working.
- On the Monday, I did (accidentally) find a store that sells camping supplies – but, they were closed… On a Monday, shortly after lunchtime!
Lanydrock House, near Bodmin.
In stark contrast to all of the above, there were many positives to take from this whole experience:
- I completed my first miles of the SWCP in Cornwall, feeling afterwards as though I could’ve gone on to do the same the next day.
- Technically (counting Cotehele House and Mill as separate properties), I was able to visit FOUR National Trust properties in as many days.
- I was able to explore the ‘mysterious’ Goonhilly Down, one evening.
- After my third night camping, I felt I could’ve comfortably stayed for a fourth.
Goonhilly Downs – Lizard Peninsula.
There will be a succession of blog posts to follow, documenting all of this and I think the way I’m going to do this will be to write a single post to represent each day, with a separate post to follow on from that and containing a few of my own thoughts about the camp site itself.
In all, I hope to return to Cornwall again in 2017. There are many things I didn’t do (including some that I had provisionally planned, ahead of time). It’s a big place. I could revisit the same area; I could go somewhere new… Next month, there’s the possibility I’ll be paying an unexpected visit to Dorset.
Somewhere south of Kynance Bay, on the South West Coast Path.
Thanks for reading.