The length of today’s hike crept up on us. Or perhaps it was the ascent. 13 miles and 3000 ft of ascent was our biggest day and our legs felt it by the end. The day started with us waiting for the rain to stop, which it did very timely at 9am, with the morning clouds dissipating to a clear, sunny, but windy and crisp day. The path took us in and out of many beaches, and over headlands, which is why we ascended so much! The magical isolation we had felt walking was broken as soon as we arrived in Mevagissey, bustling with daytrippers, yet after 5pm, it magically became quiet and deserted. A highlight was watching the fishing fleet offload the day’s catch from right outside our window.
Looking back to Portloe where we had spent the night.A dreary start as the tail end of the rain lingered. We could just see Dodman Point, that we would climb early afternoon, through the mist.Descending toward Portholland beach.That doesn’t look like a good idea!Portholland beach, from the other side, at low tide.Looking back we could still see Gull Rock from yesterday.This little hut is a registered wedding venue on the Caerhays Estate, which suggests it can hold 40 people!What views! When the weather is good….Sheep can join in the wedding ceremony!Janet did not get the chance at being a sheep whisperer – they just ran away!The Caerhays Estate’s 200-year-old castle sits at the top of Porthluney Beach.Hammick BeachThis cross on Dodman Point was erected to help navigation and prevent shipwrecks. The inscription on it said, “In the firm hope of the Second Coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, and for the encouragement of those who strive to serve him, this cross was erected AD 1896”. It was a fine place for lunch, as it was about half way through the day. We learned about the warmth of being in the cross’s wind shadow!Yachts sail past Dodman PointConfirming our direction as we headed towards Vault Beach.Descending to Gorran Haven, 3/4 of the way.Why do they warn us about Cliff? I’ve heard his brother, Straight Edge, isn’t always as square as you might expect….Approaching our final headland. The water was so blue!Woolly sheep in front of Portmellon.Another ship sailed past.We spot Mevagissey! By this point, we were ready to stop.The Cornish flag flies fully in the stiff breeze with the high tide covering the Portmellon beach.Nearly there! We had to keep telling ourselves it wasn’t called Mega Vissey!Some cool Pampas grass.The day’s destination – the fishing village of Mevagissey.In the harbour, we finally saw a seal!We think the seal was sleeping!The view from our bedroom window. Just like a painting! We had fun watching fisherman unload their day’s catch on that pier.I loved the crabbing instructions, especially about keeping the captives in the shade!It seems that she no longer sells sea shells on the sea shore, finding that ice cream and coffee are a more lucrative business by the harbour!
"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.
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