A little backpacking and sketching trip along the North Cornish Coast Path, with my old pal, Paul.
We are off on a little weekends backpacking trip, which we haven’t done for quite a while now. So the boot of the car is full of rucksacks, walking boots, tent, waterproofs and stove. The plan is to park the car at Tintagel, catch the bus to Bude and then walk back to the car along the coast path. The weather forecast is for heavy showers, but at the moment it’s pretty pleasant and sunny. We are running out of weekends this summer that the pair of us can get together. So it’s now or never!
I’m carrying my usual little Daler-Rowney A5 sketch pad, that easily fits into my rucksack. My travelling Winsor & Newton watercolour set, pens and pencils.
The above sketch
A5 Watercolour sketch looking down on the twisting entrance into Boscastle Harbour.
In the past sailing ships had to be towed to their berth by nine men (‘Hobblers’) rowing in a boat. As the entrance is so difficult to sail into. The entrance is also guarded by the Meachard Rock, the island off Penally Point.
Best laid plan’s and Car Parks…
We have cut it fine on time to park the car and then catch the bus that we wanted to get (my fault). We find the bus stop – park the car opposite. Paul goes for a quick wee and I go to the car park machine to pay for our stay. Disaster – you can only pay for 24 hours, then you need to buy another 24-hour ticket. Which we obviously can’t do as in the morning we’ll be somewhere along the coast path!
While we are discussing this with the man in the tourist information shop (which is in the car park), our bus comes and goes… Which actually takes the pressure off, as we now have time to find somewhere to park without worrying about getting clamped! However, this is easier said than done. In the car park that is recommended to us, we find that half of it is not overnight and in the other half, we can’t work the machine… Grrrr.
We now sit on the roadside bench, having a chat and wait the 3/4 hour for the next bus. The driver is a very nice guy and we are soon hurtling along the coast road. As we are running a little later than hoped for, so we decide to go to Widemouth Bay and start our walk there. The driver points out the footpath that we want and stops just a little beyond, before whizzing off, wishing us good luck!
Hurrah! Starting the walk proper. Looking down to the shore below us the tide is out and the rocks of Widemouth Bay stretch away from us in both directions. We are soon climbing up the steep cliff paths and then dropping back down into the sheltered coves & havens. Something that will happen often along our weekend walk!
It is great to be back on the Cornish Coast Path again. With the stunning scenery and the path stretching out before us!
Setting off later in the day though also has another drawback ~ hunger soon comes over us and it is not long before we stop for lunch. Overlooking the little cove of Millook and a little sketching for me. Opposite us is the dramatic cliffs of ‘Raven’s Beak’. The<a href=”https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carboniferous”>Carboniferous</a> rocks here (‘<a href=”https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killas”>Killas</a>’) are laid down in layers of what were sea beds. These layers have then been pushed up at angles, which I have tried to show here with the pen marks for the rocks all going in one direction – at about 45 degrees. After lunch, we see that the cliffs we were sitting on, the layers of rock are folded back on themselves again. Making ‘Chevron’ formations.
The sun is still shining and we are rather hot – no need of our waterproofs so far!!
‘Four’ miles to Crackington Haven
After more ups & downs, ins & outs, we finally achieved those splendid, four miles and reached Crackington Haven. Paul by chance met some friends there, who recommended the ‘Cabin Cafe‘. So we settled into the quite small cafe, with our large bags, for some nosh. Paul had a great looking pasty and I had a baked potato with tuna & salad. All washed down with several cups of tea – splendid! Very friendly service too.
Just as we started to put up the tent the forecasted rain started. The tent was erected quickly and we stuffed all our belongings and ourselves in.
I am now sitting here with a cup of tea, looking out of the tent flap. Listening to the patter of rain, Gulls overhead and the waves breaking in the tiny cove below us. Sketching away in pencil at the headland opposite us, as the evening draws in. Friends, what could be better?
Song of the Seals
We had lots of heavy rain in the night, with lightning but no thunder. My faithful old Robert Saunders Spacepacker tent keeping us dry. It’s now 26 years old, but still giving me good service! I had thought that we would be woken up by Seagulls calling at first light, but I don’t remember hearing any. Through breakfast, we were sitting listening to the rain still coming down.
However, not long after we finished the rain eased and then stopped. We quickly packed up. Checked that our little pitch was clear and headed west again, bound for Tintagel. The path runs up on the high cliffs above ‘Strangers Bay’ (oo-er), we can see the days destination ahead of us. Looking back we can also see Cambeak behind us, suitably far away.
As we sit we are listening to the seals calling below. Somewhere around the base of Gull Rock. Some fellow walkers let us use their binoculars to see them.
So we are off again, with more ins & outs and ups & downs as we head for Boscastle and lunch. Not that it really matters – it’s just a target to aim for. Some stunning Cornish scenery again. At Pentargon, the sea & a waterfall have eroded a long way inland forming a strange long cove. With a high crag at the end and the waterfall splashing over it – very unusual.
On reaching Boscastle we sit and eat our sandwiches looking out of the twisting harbour mouth. There are quite a few people about and life here seems very busy compared with the coast path. Which, incidentally has had more people walking along today than yesterday.
We make use of the packed NT shops facilities. Filling our water bottles in the loo ~ the sink in the loo, you know ~ not the loo! Before crossing the river and strolling on our merry way.
On this stretch of coast path, the Cornish ‘old men’ (Quarrymen) have been busy excavating slate. With small cliff-top quarries dotted along the route. Paul and I discuss whether they took out the slate with horse & carts or drop it down into a boat – probably both.
Several times as we walk along we realised that the path is right above a sheer drop and we peep down to the coves below us, before descending down on our winding path.
Sitting there we talk about all that we have seen and how lucky we have been with the weather! It’s been great to be back out again on Cornwall’s beautiful coast path again.
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