CORNISH CAPERS

Cornwall – it’s not all pasties and clotted cream you know.  Although it was a bit of a close call a while back when ‘Pastygate’ threatened to tax Ginsters into extinction and as for clotted cream, I think I’ve gained 6 lbs just looking at the packaging!  Luckily, pasties and cream teas have not yet been abolished by the Obesity Police so I’m sampling as many as possible on our Cornish weekend before they suffer the same fate as dinosaurs.

Look out it's the Obesity Squad!

We’re getting away from all that crass commercialisation that passes for Christmas by visiting the land that time forgot, the Lizard peninsula, part of the ‘pigs trotter’ at the southernmost tip of the British map.    Spent the day exploring the lesser seen parts of Cornwall or polluting the countryside with my dirty diesel as per the environmentalists. Not a Christmas bauble in sight!

Have you seen any lizards round here?

You could have heard a pin drop at Mullion Cove where I suspect holiday and second homes make up 80% of the dwellings.  Not many grockles braving the chill wind early on Sunday morning except us nutters.

Mullion harbour

All is calm at Mullion

Early morning at Mullion Cove

On to Kynance Cove to look for the perfect pebble, breathe in the fresh air and avoid as many dog walkers as possible.

View over Kynance Cove

Looking for that perfect pebble

Reflections at Kynance Cove

The lighthouse keeping watch over the rocky reefs at Lizard Point stood tall and proud, buffeted on all sides by the twin tempests of weather and capitalism as arts and craft shops proliferate across the cliff top where sky and sea once met in solitude.

Lizard Lighthouse

The old lifeboat house at Lizard Point

Here’s the picturesque coastal town of Coverack where the disused lifeboat station has been turned into a fish and chip restaurant (that’s progress for you) and a large sign saying ‘NO’ to the commercialisation of the harbour is to be applauded.

Coverack Bay

Fish & Chips at Coverack's old Lifeboat station

Driving through these little Cornish coastal hamlets with the wind whipping up the surf and the sun’s rays bursting through the clouds, it’s not hard to park your troubles for a few days and just go with the flow.  Hey, was that a pasty shop back there?

Oi grockle! I was here first.