Saturday, April 22, 2023

SWCP: Maenporth to Falmouth

 

Awoke to a very rainy day and wondered whether it would stop me doing the final little chunk of walk from here to Falmouth. Towards 10 o'clock it seemed to brighten a bit, and I set off in drizzle. Before long it cleared up! It was a very clear and easy path through a wooded slope overlooking the sea.


This bench and stone are in memory of the Home Guard. An entirely appropriate memorial, as it looks out to sea.

Cloud threatening!
Not far past Maenporth Beach I saw a group of people coasteering. They all jumped off one rock, in the rain, and swam across to another. Hardcore fun.

After about 40 minutes my knee had stopped hurting so much as I got to Swanpool Beach. Windswept and deserted.


From there, the path wound round the bay to the gloriously named Gyllyngvase Beach, where there was a formal garden full of amazing plants, including more of these giant leaves.


... and this picturesque folly perched on the promenade, with the pavement running through it. It was built in the 1840s as a summer house.



The council seem to be brilliant at planting. There was a great display of plants all along Gyllyngvase Beach, including the most African daisies I've ever seen in one place (above) and loads of succulents.


Slightly faded glory

Eventually I reached the peninsula around Pendennis Castle. Atmospheric. Here you can see across to St Mawes.


This is what it used to look like

Further round there was a good view of the substantial docks area. Lots seemed to be going on. I think this was a dry dock for ships.


Arrived in town around midday, mooched around a bit, had some falafel, got rained on and got a bus at about 3 o'clock. I tried getting off at a different stop but it was a bad decision because the footpath from there was a stream/muddy puddle the whole way down the hill. It was pouring down and I arrived back comme rat noyé.

A bit of tidying up and eating of remainders left to do tonight, and am having difficulty getting a taxi for the morning so I might just walk. There don't seem to be any buses on a Sunday and it's an hour with a rucksack and suitcase, but at least I won't have the stress of wondering if the car will turn up on time. TTFN.

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