'My Travels Continue'
Good Afternoon,
Fellow Readers and Authors,
I hope you are all well, wherever you are in the world, and enjoying your weekend.
Well as the gods would have it, Vera2 and I are moored up in a field again, beneath a warm afternoon sun, and by all accounts it is a Bank Holiday weekend to boot. As charging the batteries depends on either the solar panels, or the on-board acoustic generator, the former is most definitely occurring at the moment.
With the HP topping itself up, I felt the opportunity could not be missed to continue where I left off from my last Goodreads article.
After leaving Joe and the Goonhilly Hill Earth Station we ventured West and visited the Lizard. The hour was perfect, as the roads to this world famous part of Cornwall were clear. So clear in fact, when we arrived at the Lizard carpark opposite the lighthouse, Vera2 was the only vehicle present.
The views are unique, and taking the track down towards the cliffs, they were further enhanced by the vista where the land meets the sea.
The Lizard Lighthouse is Britain's most southerly point, and the first lighthouse was built in 1619 by Sir John Killigrew. The current twin-towered structure dates from 1752. Initially powered by coal and of course manned throughout its operation. It was converted to oil in 1811 and subsequently taken over by Trinity House in 1771.
There was an upgrade in 1874 when electrical generation was introduced, which led to the replacement of one tower's light with a single, powerful rotating optic in the other in 1903. The lighthouse was automated in 1998, and keepers departed in 1998. The original engine room now houses the Lizard Lighthouse Heritage Centre.
By the time we left, the main road in the Lizard had become noticeably populated by people and their cars, who like myself were keen to visit this attraction. Pressing on, our next port of call was Porthleven, the most southerly port in Great Britain.
Porthleven was a harbour of refuge in the days of sail, and walking the quayside, it is easy to imagine those vessels, and their crews both heaving a sigh of relief when the lines were secured.
It was also a place of tragedy in December 1978, when a police car was swept into the sea when a large wave engulfed officers PC Joe Childs and PC Martin Reid. The officers were investigating something in the harbour during a severe storm when the incident occurred. They were subsequently drowned and their bodies were found after the storm passed.
It struck me that at every twist and turn in this beautiful county, there is a story to tell, some more notable perhaps than others.
Nevertheless, Cornwall’s charm expands beyond those little communities nestling on cliff tops and in harbour quays, built from stone and slate, defying those winter storms. These structures almost advertise their belligerence regarding the elements. We are here, and we shall remain so.
Saying goodbye to Porthleven, we skirted Prussia Cove, Marazion and Penzance later that day, en-route to that final craggy headland, before the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. I refer to Lands End of course.
Having been undeterred by many people who had shared their opinion of Lands End, and their own experiences, I simply had to see for myself.
Well the traffic was nowhere near as bad as predicted, however that may have been due to the grey and miserable skies. It made more than a few I’m sure consider visiting on a warmer dryer day.
The venue was utterly swarming in tourists however, when I finally made it the one of Great Britain’s most famous destinations. It had the ambience of a seaside funfair, with parking tariffs to match. Following a brief conversation with a parking attendant regarding the first ten minutes were free, I undertook a rapid selection of photos, tipped my cap and hightailed it as quickly as I could.
Will little time to catch my breath, we were heading towards St Ives, another heaving mass of holiday makers spilling over the pavements and into the roads. As you can guess from my tone, St Ives in peak season is not my cup of tea.
Setting the sat nav for the outskirts of Hayle, tranquillity was served, well almost, with the last pitch at the Gwithian Farm Campsite. After my day, spent discovering a couple of the venues described above, it offered a quiet haven, with hot showers and an overnight.
Needless to say curiosity ruled over my common sense and having a relaxing hour or two. And so off I went to discover Gwithian and the beaches.
This will wait I am sure for another day and another article. In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
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Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be.
Best Wishes
AR
Fellow Readers and Authors,
I hope you are all well, wherever you are in the world, and enjoying your weekend.
Well as the gods would have it, Vera2 and I are moored up in a field again, beneath a warm afternoon sun, and by all accounts it is a Bank Holiday weekend to boot. As charging the batteries depends on either the solar panels, or the on-board acoustic generator, the former is most definitely occurring at the moment.
With the HP topping itself up, I felt the opportunity could not be missed to continue where I left off from my last Goodreads article.
After leaving Joe and the Goonhilly Hill Earth Station we ventured West and visited the Lizard. The hour was perfect, as the roads to this world famous part of Cornwall were clear. So clear in fact, when we arrived at the Lizard carpark opposite the lighthouse, Vera2 was the only vehicle present.
The views are unique, and taking the track down towards the cliffs, they were further enhanced by the vista where the land meets the sea.
The Lizard Lighthouse is Britain's most southerly point, and the first lighthouse was built in 1619 by Sir John Killigrew. The current twin-towered structure dates from 1752. Initially powered by coal and of course manned throughout its operation. It was converted to oil in 1811 and subsequently taken over by Trinity House in 1771.
There was an upgrade in 1874 when electrical generation was introduced, which led to the replacement of one tower's light with a single, powerful rotating optic in the other in 1903. The lighthouse was automated in 1998, and keepers departed in 1998. The original engine room now houses the Lizard Lighthouse Heritage Centre.
By the time we left, the main road in the Lizard had become noticeably populated by people and their cars, who like myself were keen to visit this attraction. Pressing on, our next port of call was Porthleven, the most southerly port in Great Britain.
Porthleven was a harbour of refuge in the days of sail, and walking the quayside, it is easy to imagine those vessels, and their crews both heaving a sigh of relief when the lines were secured.
It was also a place of tragedy in December 1978, when a police car was swept into the sea when a large wave engulfed officers PC Joe Childs and PC Martin Reid. The officers were investigating something in the harbour during a severe storm when the incident occurred. They were subsequently drowned and their bodies were found after the storm passed.
It struck me that at every twist and turn in this beautiful county, there is a story to tell, some more notable perhaps than others.
Nevertheless, Cornwall’s charm expands beyond those little communities nestling on cliff tops and in harbour quays, built from stone and slate, defying those winter storms. These structures almost advertise their belligerence regarding the elements. We are here, and we shall remain so.
Saying goodbye to Porthleven, we skirted Prussia Cove, Marazion and Penzance later that day, en-route to that final craggy headland, before the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. I refer to Lands End of course.
Having been undeterred by many people who had shared their opinion of Lands End, and their own experiences, I simply had to see for myself.
Well the traffic was nowhere near as bad as predicted, however that may have been due to the grey and miserable skies. It made more than a few I’m sure consider visiting on a warmer dryer day.
The venue was utterly swarming in tourists however, when I finally made it the one of Great Britain’s most famous destinations. It had the ambience of a seaside funfair, with parking tariffs to match. Following a brief conversation with a parking attendant regarding the first ten minutes were free, I undertook a rapid selection of photos, tipped my cap and hightailed it as quickly as I could.
Will little time to catch my breath, we were heading towards St Ives, another heaving mass of holiday makers spilling over the pavements and into the roads. As you can guess from my tone, St Ives in peak season is not my cup of tea.
Setting the sat nav for the outskirts of Hayle, tranquillity was served, well almost, with the last pitch at the Gwithian Farm Campsite. After my day, spent discovering a couple of the venues described above, it offered a quiet haven, with hot showers and an overnight.
Needless to say curiosity ruled over my common sense and having a relaxing hour or two. And so off I went to discover Gwithian and the beaches.
This will wait I am sure for another day and another article. In the meantime, I would like to thank you as always for your support with all of my novels, it is sincerely appreciated.
Link - https://tinyurl.com/2t5h85nh
Link - https://tinyurl.com/yeynytwh
Link - https://tinyurl.com/ywyday4p
Link - https://tinyurl.com/4pjdyzze
Stay safe, and keep reading and writing, and most of all, follow your dreams whatever they may be.
Best Wishes
AR
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