Sheep roaming the Roseland Peninsula Cornwall
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These Cornish Things

In our last blog post we discussed how unseasonable the current weather is, feeling far too mild to be cusp November. After over four decades of visiting Cornwall I really should have known better, for my comeuppance arrives swiftly and with a vengeance, in the form of howling gales and unforgiving hailstorms.

Walking the Camel Estuary to Polzeath
Towards Polzeath
Big waves at Polzeath
Polzeath beach

Walking from Rock to Polzeath is a doddle, the morning clouds banished by the strong winds which, coming from behind, propel us along the coast path at roughly twice our normal walking speed. The return walk couldn’t be more different. Just in time for reaching the part of the path furthest from shelter, those winds, now head on of course, fire hailstones like bullets on a horizontal trajectory straight into our faces. And bare legs. For a full five minutes all we can do is just stand, hoods lofted, with our backs to the onslaught.

A rainy daywalking the Camel Estuary
Here comes the hailstorm
Storm clouds gather over the Camel estuary
Dark clouds above the estuary
Camel estuary
Daymer Bay

Ah this Cornish weather. You don’t mess with it you know – serves me right for that last blog post. By Wednesday the gales have the Atlantic smashing against the rocks, providing an exhilarating spectacle of raging surf and mighty power. The combined roar of air and sea is almost deafening as we battle the winds to watch the drama from the cliff path above Treyarnon. It’s so worth it.

Battered by the wind at Treyarnon
Battling the wind at Treyarnon

The rains then set in and stay for the day, lashing our windows and making the house creak like an old pirate ship before a brief respite gives us the opportunity to hurry down to the harbour for dinner

The calm of the Camel estuary Padstow
Grey skies turn the estuary silver

On Thursday we head over to the other side of Cornwall and to its south coast for a hike around the beautiful Roseland Peninsula, including the gorgeous little fishing village of Portloe, a place we’ve never seen before. It’s so lovely, its white buildings nestled together around the tight rocky cove like a flock of penguins looking out to sea. We get lucky: with multiple giant rainstorms around, we catch only one short sharp shower and plenty of sunny spells, then within twenty minutes of reaching the car, the next deluge is underway.

Roseland Peninsula Cornwall
Roseland peninsula coast
Roseland peninsula Cornwall
Roseland peninsula coast
Roseland Peninsula Cornwall
Roseland peninsula coast

The two coasts of Cornwall are so different from each other. Whilst the north coast is largely rugged with giant cliffs engaging in daily muscular battles with the pounding seas, the south is far more gentle, far more rolling, with bracken clad hills sweeping rather than dropping from clifftop to sea level. Different, but each packed with their own individual charms.

Portloe village Cornwall
Portloe
Fishing boats in Portloe harbour Cornwall
Fishing boats in Portloe

Soaked by the showers but basking in intermittent sunshine, the colours of the coast are even more vivid than usual, enhanced by the extra touch of the golden brown of the crispy bracken which just seems to finish off the greens and blues beautifully.

Roseland peninsula Cornwall
Bracken on the coastline
Roseland Peninsula Cornwall
Roseland peninsula

Our customary autumn visit to Cornwall is done amid some properly changeable weather, just one element of what gives Cornwall its character. And that’s it. Now our thoughts turn to our next overseas adventure.

Camel Estuary Padstow

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