Day 37 (26th July 2022)

 Thought I'd get an early start as the weather forecast was somewhat favourable for the SW today. So after a cuppa and some fresh fruit, I drove down some really tiny roads to stop #82

POLOSTOC ZWAN

This is one of those bouldery headlands with huge rocks seemly frozen mid- avalanche. There are many of these around here, and one thing that surprises me is that the local yoot haven't tried to dislodge them and send them tumbling into the sea below.

My next Germinal CCXXIV place was a longer walk (in hindsight I probably should have done this one first) - stop #83

TATER DU

Now it might look like that stubby little lighthouse at the end of that track would have been easy to get to. However, it was an hours walk from this sign!

It really was a very challenging walk, and it had become both hot and incredibly still. The walk was beautiful though, so well worth the strain.

I rewarded myself with a pasty and a swim. Both were delicious. 

Quick stop in Mousehole because I discovered there is another place I was expecting to find in Devon with the same name .. does that even make sense? Anyway stop #84

SHAG ROCK

Not quite sure why I look cross, must be because I forgot my Penelope Isles cap. Shag rock is the smaller of the two, the bigger is St. Clement's Isle.

After all this effort, I treated myself to a touristy afternoon visit to St.Micheal's Mount, made even more fun as the tide was in so I got to have a boat ride as well. This is another place that has past me by every time I've visited Cornwall so it was great to finally make its acquaintance. 

Once it started to cool down, I headed back up to the north coast to find one of the places I missed yesterday. When I finally arrived, I was met with red tape and a warning sign. Despondent, I turned around, walked back to the Alphard and looked at the map to see if I could get there another way. As I was sitting there having a think, a few people had walked past me in that same direction so I decided to revive that rebellious spirit and headed back to the red tape separating me from stop #85

ZENNOR HEAD

This was the sign at the start of the pathway;

There had been a bush fire, but the tape looked like it had been there for days, and it had rained for the last two, so I thought "how bad could it be". My courage to break the rules was helped by a member of the Cornish Climbing Club who was going to climb down and back up again, and he said "climbers are always breaking rules".

The devastation was heart breaking to be honest.

I lingered in Zennor a bit longer than I should have, wandering around the churchyard at Zennor church (sadly locked so I couldn't see the mermaid pew carving). I realised I had realistically left it too late to gate to the one remaining Germinal CCXXIV place on the North Cornwall coast. I will be back tomorrow.

Having a pint in the garishly coloured The Gunard's Head (it is mango!) 

Allons-y 

Douglas Germinal CCXXIV Brain over and out