When my friend Michele and I hiked the Camino in 2013, we encountered rain, sleet and snow. Today I added another inclement weather pattern as we hiked in gale force winds of up to 50 mph on the northern coast of Cornwall.
With a forecast of wind and rain, we thought seriously about whether to do the hike today. But we had been told by our guides that this would be the most spectacular hike of the trip, so Sydney and I and 16 others forged on. We were advised that there would be a lot of up and down on the trail, but, in many cases, stairs had been installed, although not always with short people in mind.
We lucked out on the rain but not on the wind! Our first view of Boscastle is a tiny place right on the ocean. The white dots in the foreground are sheep.
We started our 6.5 mile hike in this National Trust village with its picturesque harbour cradled in a steep sided inlet.
Like many of these places, fishing is still part of the economy as evidenced by these lobster traps.
We started climbing right away on the Coast Path. We had incredible views along the way of the coast, of weathered rock formations and of interesting inlets.
The trail had a cumulative elevation gain of 900 ft.
We crossed some pastureland with sheep in the distance.
Of course, we had to get our picture taken in it.
Sitting on top of the cliff all alone next to the "window" was this gorgeous red-headed woman with peach-colored skin who looked as though she belonged right there. I told her that she looked exactly how I pictured the damsel in every old English novel I ever read.
Our journey continued on some flat lands
And rolling terrain.
With great views.
Then up again!
Then we dropped into Rocky Valley and followed a mountain stream to Trewethet Mill where we saw petroglyphs -- Rock Valley rock carvings in the labyrinth pattern from the early Bronze Age - 1800-1400 BC.
Then back on the trail. That red dot is a life preserver. Good luck with that if someone fell in here.
Actually, most of the ruins are from a castle built by a 12th century nobleman who wanted to live where Arthur supposedly had lived. But in 1930, when archeologists were doing excavation of the castle ruins, they discovered the remains of an ancient defensive complex from the 5-6th centuries, the time that Arthur was said to have reigned. Although he is legend, it is possible that a King of Cornwall with heroic traits lived here.
The ruins are actually on Tintagel island.
Doesn't this look like the entrance to King Arthur's Castle?
After taking in the views, 8 of us intrepid souls, (only 5 of us from the morning - Sydney and I being 2) embarked on another 2.5 mile hike on the rest of Tintagel Island. The wind had picked up even more and those strong gusts were now constant. Estimates ranged from 25-50 mph. Several of us smaller folks were worried about getting blown over. Thank goodness for hiking poles.
Tonight we had another lovely dinner at the inn. I should mention that cocktails with our new friends preceded all our dinners on this trip, although at our own expense. Sydney and I enjoyed our evening libations and ended the trip with a $260 bar tab (split, of course so that's only $130 a piece - Isn't that about right for 2 weeks?) Money and time well spent. Packed up tonight for the journey back to London tomorrow, with a stop in Bath, and then home on Monday.