We went for a nice Saturday morning stroll over Gwithian beach. The swell was heavy and waves were breaking high against the lighthouse rocks. One poor lady misjudged the waves as they broke on the beach, and got caught with her little dog! She saw the water coming too late, tried to run for it....but fell over! The little dog was fine, he just had a jolly good shake and was dry. Obviously that wasn't an option for the lady, who was soaked from the waist down, but to her enormous credit, continued the walk to the end of the beach and back again to the warmth of her car.
The 'Better Half' surveys the scene. No surfing today, me 'ansome!
At least the dog's happy, snuffling and scratching in the sand.
When we returned to the van, we decided to go for a coffee, so we deposited the dog in the front of the aged camper and walked towards the far end of the chalets, where the Jampot Cafe reigns. Very different in character to the Sunset cafe, by the carpark, which is more surfey, the Jampot is a sweet little venue to sip a decent mug of chocolate and survey the sea. It's distinctive roundhouse design stands out and is very simply furnished inside. An electric fan heater disguised as a log stove, brought ample heat to the little room, although there was also a vintage, out-of-action and very rusty pot bellied stove, which bore the sign 'No Smoking'! I did take a photo, but sadly accidentally deleted it, along with some of the other Jampot shots. Sigh..... Still, here are a few survivors to give you an idea.
The Jampot Cafe! And aptly named for it's appearance.
A few local magazines are thoughtfully left for browsing.
The inside roof structure, very interesting. We will return!
Cadgwith is a picturesque fishing village nestled down at the tip of Cornwall, near the Lizard. A mecca for tourists with very un-vehicle friendly streets (unless you have a boat!). We parked in the free carpark up the hill at Ruan Minor and with the dog bundled up in his new winter coat, headed off towards the steep footpath down into Cadgwith itself. It was a grey day with an icy wind to probe your unmuffled bits. Brrrr!
Over the stone stile.....
There's Cadgwith below......
And another stone stile into a cut which gave blessed relief from the wind.
The footpath leads into the village...
Parking spaces are like gold dust, here, even if you live here.
Walking down between the pretty cottages
And down into the village centre, past the pub (which hosts the very excellent Cadgwith Singers every Friday night on St Inebriatus's Eve!)
And here are the fishing boats, pulled up onto the shore.
Christmas decorations hang from wires, seagulls relax on the shingle.
A jolly pleasant sight.
What scared the seagulls off?
Pretty cottages in abundance. I have to say though, I've seen photos of this place taken during storms and the waves batter the windows!
And if you haven't got a car, park your boat in your car parking space!