A wilder side

The skies started to clear right on cue this bank holiday and motivated by the appearance of blue and it must be said that I had forgotten the Breakfast Orange Juice too, Charles and i set off towards Penzance for the second time that day. Breakfast secured with some of Mr Tesco's finest OJ but still lunchless, we went on up towards the penwith moors with a small picnic to visit again those ancient places that haunt the ancient landscape. We drove up through Madron through the woods that always exert a mysterious pull to me with their dark liquid depths but stopping only to admire the foxgloves that line the banks just there we continued past the Holy Well and on to Lanyon Quit with the sweep of heathland drawing away to the horizon, and old engine house and rugged cairn a distant view.

Madron woods



Lanyon quoit

that tantalising tor, once or twice we have eaten a winter picnic tucked under the shelter of one of her stones but not today it was approaching half past two and definitely lunchtime

we drove on leaving the enigmatic stones of another monument on our right where the road thoughtfully forks around it

to look at the ancient country side around Morvah that rolls toward the sea on the north coast

the lanes edges by walls and banks that have stood for centuries deifying the wild Atlantic, a hard spare land, beautiful in her pared down countenance




a step back in time just twenty minutes up the road - think I'll forget the Orange juice more often!