Sundays Are For Walking ......

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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.