Part of my heart belongs to Cornwall

The Atlantic Ocean decided to hurl itself against the cliffs of North Cornwall last week.

Standing on the lower cliff tops while the waves smashed against the rocks, covering me in salted spray several times, was exhilarating. 

Earlier that same day, we'd been on Bodmin Moor, in wind-driven rain, in the car as it was far to wet, wild and windy for walking. We enjoyed a cosy lunch at Jamaica Inn which maintains its dark smuggling atmosphere as described in Daphne du Maurier's famous novel. They also have a small museum about smuggling and du Maurier's life.

Not quite the warm summer beach weather we had been hoping for. It has been very mixed, but mostly not too wet or too hot,to go walking.

We stayed for a week at Harlyn Bay, right on the South West Coast Path.

It was wonderful to walk out the door and onto the coastal cliffs and beaches to rewalk some favourite sections of the path from our time here in 2019.

Treyarnon Beach - Sunshine, surfers, stone-baked pizza.

On the way to Treyarnon.

Trevose Head lighthouse.

Harlyn Bay beach - all types of weather in one week, families and surf board lessons, and curry and crepes at the beach cafe.

Padstow - boats, shops, cafes

Low tide at Padstow

Between Padstow and Harlyn.

We also rode the Camel Trail to the end and return from Padstow. 52kms in one day, beside the Camel River, with well placed cafes along the way.

Almost lost my clotted cream to Tigger.

A few more random photos:

St Enedoc Church, between Polzeath and Padstow, was once completely buried by sand dunes until the 19th century.

Daphne de Maurier's writing desk, set up in the museum at Jamaica Inn.

Surfs up!! Excitement at Harlyn Bay.

Between Treyarnon and Porthcothan.

Cornish herring bone patterned stone wall.

On our kitchen wall.

Only one more week of wandering until I have to leave this ancestral heart home of mine.