CORNWALL 2017: Spit Cliffs Walk to Charlestown

After a sunny morning in Mevagissey's fishing port (next post), Pauline, Astrid and I took a 4-mile walk along the Spit Cliffs to Charlestown that afternoon...midst on-n-off rain.

Not exactly sure where we started the walk, but somewhere near the right red dot, walking west.

See the seagull and trees north of the path?  Yup.  That's what you'll see coming up.
[Google image]

Once Chris dropped us off, we started walking along a fenced path that eventually took us 

to the landmark Par China Clay Works factory out in the open, overlooking the English Channel.

The first thing we saw was a war bunker...and off to the left, kite surfers.

It was a perfect, windy, blustery day...great for a walk.

And there we saw Spit Beach, after which the Spit Cliffs are named.

With the clay works factory fading in the distance, we started our walk along the rugged coastline.

We saw it all from above, of course, but you can see it here from below, looking up.

Deposits in the cliffs were formed 120,000 years ago when the sea levels were 5-8 meters higher.

Adding unexpected interest to our walk, the Carlyon Bay Golf Course followed us on our right.

The 18-hole course is considered one of the most spectacular courses anywhere.  

Thanks to Google, here's a bird's-eye view of our walk between the cliffs and the golf course.
You can even see the path.

It wasn't raining yet.  Lots of time to stop and smell the roses.

But then it came...on and off for the next several minutes.

Astrid and I had brought our ponchos, and I quickly loaned my rain jacket to Pauline. who hadn't.

What a motley crew.

As you know by now, nothing rains on our parade!

After every wildflower, Pauline told me it's name.

That center one is wild garlic, which I first saw another year, while with Chad and Norma.

By now we had left the golf course behind...

...and were getting close to Charlestown, our destination.

Pauline knew the coast-watch station was coming up, so she went down to see if someone was there.

Yes, there was.  A volunteer lady was [wo]manning the booth.

In her past life she had been a psychiatric nurse!

Not that much of a stretch from saving lives to saving ships?

From there, we could almost taste it coming up....

Charlestown!  The village of Poldark fame, yes!

We had visited it last September and had fun seeing it again, coming in from the east.

I'm showing this collage because I often think I never stop to SEE.

Astrid reminded me that I really do...but I need to do it more often, without taking photos.

Don't you love the honor box!

When we got back home, we looked at our images and watched the rain.

In spite of saying this a lot, it really doesn't get much better than this!