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Now that we are back home, our brains have returned to the same time zone as our bodies, the washing machine has re-discovered its purpose in life and I have caught up on 5 weeks of accounts, this weekend we returned to the "Sundays are for Walking" theme. {Plus our next holiday is a walking holiday so, after months of cycle training prior to Cambodia, we now need to readjust our legs to walking.}
The weather couldn't have been more perfect - slightly too hot for some (possibly) but - slathered in high factor sun cream - we walked straight from our back door to the north coast:
I have photographed this view so many times - it's the first vista we see when we leave our hamlet - but it never ceases to make us stop and stare - perfect Mount's Bay with St Michael's Mount in the middle:
From there we head up towards the moors, with distant mine stacks to left and right:
This mine stack (Greenbarrow)
eventually becoming a distant blur behind us as we crossed over the moor towards the north:
Past the distinctive rocky outcrop of Carn Gulva:
and down to the North Coast Road by the Mountain Climbing Centre:
with its own amazing mine stack:
and thence down to the north coast path:
(although sometimes the view looking back is as good - or better - than the view ahead):
The sea was dead calm and slightly hazy (a sea mist rolled up the valley later in the evening) and I was quite hot!:
Gurnard's Head appeared in the distance:
but, as ever with the coast path, distances are deceptive and there were a few headlands and bays to traverse before we got there:
I don't think I've
ever seen the sea this calm on the north coast:
And then it was back up to the moors to home:
It was the most perfect day and the most perfect walk and we met no more than a dozen people all day. I know I'm lucky to do what I do and love doing it and I know I'm lucky to live in such an amazingly beautiful part of the world but on Sunday I felt truly blessed.