Double Waters

Walking down the hill to the river along the road which dips in and out of the shade I’m aware of the fact that it is quite warm, but it does not seem overly warm, in fact it is only 2 days later that I catch up with the fact that the temperature is hitting…

Lost in the Woods

It’s 9am and faint mist still hangs in the air over Denham Bridge.  The car had been dripping wet with dew when I left the house and even now the air is chill, appreciably cooler than the water of the River Tavy when I dipped my hand a moment ago.  The calendar has clicked around…

The Song of the Sea

The rain eased yesterday afternoon but returned with a vengeance in the evening which rather derailed our plan for a second swim of the day from Treen Beach and drove us instead into the Logan Inn for warming steak and ale pies.  The morning dawns dull and mizzly.  However my plan for the day still…

Mist and Surf

The camper van we have hired for the week is parked broadside on to the wind and rocks erratically in the gusts which carry palpably solid looking clumps of mist amongst the fine drizzle.  Twelve hours is a long time in English weather, what happened to yesterday evening’s sweltering sunshine? The beach is all but…

Serpentine

It is high tide and the beach below the car park has been reduced to a narrow sandy strip.  We assume it is sandy as the remaining people are packed just about close enough to carpet the beach in towels and windbreaks.  Fortunately though we have walked from the campsite and it is just a…

Cornish Surf

From the campsite high on the hill yet a mile distant from Towan Beach we can hear the endless rumble of surf driven by the warm, easterly breeze.  The sound fades and rises again on the walk down the hill and by the creek behind the hill there is no breeze and the sound is…