But you might just have to concede that I have a point when I show you some photos.
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Penberth Cove was where we spent out first full day of our Cornwall holiday and, as you can see, it was a BEAUTIFUL day!
SD and I cycled from our campsite at Treverven just outside St Buryan situated 250 feet above the sea where we woke up to views like this each morning:
The campsite is situated right on the cliff path, if you turn to the left you can walk to Lamorna and if you turn right the path will take you to Porth Curnow the sight of the famous outside Minack Theatre as well as the historic submarine communications cable station.
It was while we were walking to Porth Curnow a couple of years ago that we stumbled upon Penberth Cove a place that very quickly became my favourite place not just in Cornwall but in the whole world.
The cove still supports a small fishing fleet of about 4 boats and they fish for lobster, mackerel and crab. While we were there one of the boats came in from a fishing trip:
And was hauled up the slipway (known locally as the cauance) by an electric winch:
In days past they would have used the spectacular capstan which dates back to the 19th century
I've told SD that when I die I'd like my ashes to be scattered at Penberth because it's the place I feel most at peace in and I'd like to be surrounded by it's beauty in all eternity.
(SD's not so keen - he said it might be difficult to visit much so he's suggested he keeps me on the dashboard of the van and just takes me down for a visit a couple of times a year ...).
There really is very little in the way of amenities at Penberth which suits me just fine as it ensures that it never gets very crowded. In fact there were more people there on this visit than I've seen in the past, a total of about 10 people ...
There is no shop, there is no cafe, there are no amusements - there ARE some very well kept toilets however which is all you really need when everything else is provided by nature,
Well, except food and drink but we brought plenty of those with us in SD's rucksack (somehow I'd forgotten to throw mine in the van when we left Somerset so I couldn't carry any of the supplies ...).
We spent the most glorious day scrambling across the rocks:
|One of SD signature 'gratuitous ass shots'!|
Sunning ourselves on rocks:
Taking photos from the rocks:
SWIMMING from the rocks (and yes, it was BLOODY cold!!)
Before heading back up the hill (and there are MANY of these in Cornwall).
|Past more lovely thatched cottages|
And the freaky giant Rhubarb like plants Gunnera with their hideous, fleshy (and possibly flesh EATING!!!) flowers.
For a very welcome pint of Doombar the flagship ale of Sharp's brewery founded in 1994 in Rock, a small fishing village near Padstow in Cornwall.
SD is a BIG fan of Doombar:
Then it was back up ANOTHER hill to Maudy the Monza our tiny little 10ft caravan for the night to eat from the excellent kitchen on site - and it really is just a tiny kitchen with a serving hatch and a small outside dining area but they serve the most amazing home cooked food (and cakes!!) before watching the sunset and the stars appear one by one and then suddenly in their thousands in a way that you never see unless you are lucky enough to be somewhere with no air pollution before settling down for a blissful dreamless sleep of the exhausted before another fun filled day.