Tuesday, January 26, 2010

A Cool walk on Praa Sands


Saturday late afternoon and surf was up, so Mart loaded up Boris the faithful Vee Dub with board and dog and we sped off the few miles to Praa Sands. Praa is just along the coast from Penzance, a steeply sloping beach, pretty area.

Mart suited up, grabbed his board and was in like a shot. Not me. I was full of cold and not inclined to bare a single centimetre of flesh to the cooly-blowing wind! That and I don't have a winter wetsuit! Instead I took Charlie and the camera for a little pootle along the beach.

Our digital camera is starting to have little problems and at present you can only see a blurry image through the viewfinder, although the picture itself comes out sharp. So much if the photography was guesswork composition-wise. I think it turned out ok tho'.


There was a stiff offshore breeze

 
Plenty of other walkers. Who lives in the house on the cliff?



I bet it gets a bit rough during stormy weather!



The water looked...refreshing!



Speaking of refreshments there was a cafe...closed for the winter.



A surfer comes in...not mine, sadly. He was still out there enjoying the waves.



The surfers look like seals as they bob about.



Wipeout!



As the sun sank, textures revealed themselves



 
Time to wend our way home.

Friday, January 08, 2010

A bit of the cold stuff

It's Cornwall...and it's been snowing. Not much, by what other parts of the country have had but this is somewhere that doesn't generally 'do' snow. The ground is rock solid and glass-slippy, the steep road up the hill from the town has only just re-opened to traffic and the good citizens of Troon are wandering round, looking bemused. 'What's all this yur white stuff, then?' and 'We ain't used to this!' I hear them chuckle. 'Roll on, summer,' we all say. And there's apparently more of that thur white stuff on the way. Time to get out for a walk while I can, then.



Out of the house and down the road....

Past Pendarves St with it's little stream.


Walking to the other end of the village, to the old South Condurrow tin mine workings. This is Marshall's shaft Pumping Engine house, used for pumping water out of the mine.

And this is the Winding Engine House.

Across the road another walker exercises his hound. I can see at least 6 old chimneys in the landscape beyond. This area is riddled with old mine shafts. When you buy a property here these days you have to get a mining survey, just to make sure there aren't any known shafts that run beneath.

Peering inside there's not a lot to see now.

Says it all, really.

As magnificent as any cathedral.

But a good job the shafts are filled in!

I love these old places. In their heyday the village wouldn't have been a pretty place. There would have been noise and spoilheaps and muck aplenty.


Inside one of the engine houses, a tumble of twigs look like writhing snakes.

Fantastic views are to be had.

Looking over towards St Ives

Look...there it is! And you can see the huge sand dunes of Hayle too.




Man and his dogs go walkies

And so do I...back into the village and homewards.