SWCP Day 10 Mawnan Smith to Falmouth

Today was a great day to accept life’s pace. As I approach my sixtieth year, I continue to try and fill up time. The tenth day of our SWCP walk was about seven miles, but after an early start and no check-in before 4pm at our destination, we were forced to wander! And it was fine…

We enjoyed staying in this “annex”, just behind me in the picture. We fixed our own breakfast, which allowed us to completely set our own schedule in the morning.

As we crossed the dewy fields in the early morning sun, we could not work out what made the morning peacefulness so special. The fields were still and silent, but it was different from a still and silent afternoon.

Walking by a peaceful field.
Why is the morning the most peaceful time?

As we neared Falmouth, we passed Maenporth, Swanpool, and Gyllyngvase beaches, and the buzz of local activity increased in a new way. Perhaps it was because it was a Saturday, but also we were getting close to the large university town of Falmouth. In the bays, paddleboarders cruised across the surface as wild swimmers appeared to drag their swim-buoy through the water. A SCUBA-diving group disappeared under the water, their presence revealed by bubbles breaking the surface. We met many friendly dogs on the path, a few dragging their humans but most bounding along happily with their trail-running master. I watched people pursuing so many activities that I have enjoyed and loved, yet I was very happy to accept that this was neither the time nor the place for them. I could spend my time bird watching and photographing, but this is also not the time for that. We were perfectly fine enjoying this brilliant hike, and doing it on our terms.

The path took us around many coves and beaches as we headed north to Pendennis Point.
A very peaceful Maenporth beach, with only a few dog walkers/swimmers at this early hour.
The view back to Maenporth and the coastline that we had walked along on a fine path.
Strong winds on the night of January 8th, 2026, knocked over many trees.
A cafe overlooking Swanpool Beach was perfect for spotting the water activities.
The pool at Swanpool was full of birds, including this cygnet, a juvenile swan.
Not many of Swanpool’s beach huts were being used yet.

We were reminded that for others throughout history, it had been the time and the place for them to act in ways they wished they were not obliged to. Overlooking Swanpool beach, a monument had almost been swallowed by the oak trees. It said:

“FOR FREEDOM”

THIS SEAT AND THE PATH LEADING
THERETO HAVE BEEN PROVIDED
AS A MEMORIAL TO THE MEN OF
NUMBER 1 (FALMOUTH) COMPANY
OF THE HOME GUARD
WHO DURING 1940, 41, 42, 43, 44,
AFTER THEIR DAYS WORK
NIGHTLY PATROLLED THIS COAST
ARMED AND VIGILANT AGAINST
GERMAN LANDINGS
THUS THEY WATCHED 1000
DAWNS APPEAR ACROSS THESE
GREAT WATERS WHICH FORM
OUR COUNTRY’S MOAT.

The monument.

At the entrance to Falmouth Harbour stood Pendennis Castle. There has been a form of defence at this site since Henry VIII’s reign in the 1500s, as Falmouth provided an excellent deepwater anchorage. She was well protected in the war, with the coastal defences only decommissioned in 1956, though the shipyard remains active in repairing the navy’s ships.

Pendennis Castle, top left, and the entrance to Falmouth Harbour.
A closer look at Pendennis Castle

We enjoyed a fine long lunch under the castle by Pendennis Point, watching the gulls and a group of ten traditional Falmouth Sunbeam yachts race offshore. The point we’d hiked around two days previously was prominent, reminding us of our progress.

Yacht racing off Pendennis Point
Gulls plotting to steal our lunch. This time, they were unsuccessful…

We completed the final leg into Falmouth, enjoying the views of the harbour. We visited a previously-researched laundrette for our planned laundry day, and it was uplifting to have the suitcase “reset” with clean clothes.

A fine footpath led into Falmouth.
The Cardigan Bay, an amphibious support and auxiliary landing ship that has been in service since 2005, was being repaired in the main dry dock.
Great views of the bay.
We were very glad that we had taken the scenic route.
On the Main Street, we were only 100 yards from our hotel/pub, Jacob’s Ladder. These were the 100 yards! The pub’s name should have given us a clue…

We made the most of being in a big town and had a simple Chinese takeaway for dinner. We were a bit worried that the pub below us would have a noisy night….

Published by Peter Ireland

"Cajunlimeys" combines Lousiana (Janet) and Britain (Peter). British sailors in the 19th century were nicknamed "limeys" as they drank lime juice to prevent scurvy. However, while Janet is a fine cook, she has no Cajun blood, but the name fit. We love adventures and use blogging to write a photo diary to preserve our memories. Some crazy friends enjoy following us, and my notes might help others plan.

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