Cornwall Day 11 - At Land's End

You can see that even our shadows follow the head of Ted

It was early morning and I only wanted croissants. There would be Ted's own french press coffee and I knew the croissants would constitute a hit. That is, along with smoked salmon, scrambled eggs, and fresh sourdough from the St Ives Bakery (no one who comes to St Ives can possibly diet). So, up to the Norway Store I would go. 

Coming out of the door and beginning my dash, I happened to glance at the harbor and was stopped in my tracks. The croissants must wait. For the sun was quietly making a dramatic appearance! 

There were a few other early birds out there along with me, gazing in amazement and snapping photographs. We were all fascinated and no one said a word. No one needed to.

The sunrise developed into the most delicious day, a day in which we parked the black Mercedes at Lands End and then maneuvered ourselves so that we could walk to it from St Just. The hiking book said that it was a mere 6 miles along the coastal path where we would see brilliant scenery we would never forget. There would be no real boulders, just some stones that may or may not cause us to be squeamish. We took all of this with a grain of salt, and just plunged right in. And great, dear Readers, was our reward:

Walking along the Cornish coastal path with startling blues on one side and stunning greens on the other, is in a realm almost heavenly. Who cared if the 'mere 6 miles' turned into more than a mere 8? We did see brilliant scenery we will never forget:

It seemed almost impossible, but finally we saw the long-familiar shape of Lands End ahead of us. Fortified with Cornish ice creams, we braved the cold winds and pushed toward it.

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Our final reward happened as we drove back toward town on a minuscule country road, and came upon COWS. Tons of them! A boy was driving them nonchalantly along, and there was absolutely nothing for it but to sit in the car and watch as they squeezed by. It was a skinny country lane and they were an inch away! It was hilarious. On and on they came, moseying two by two, just minding their own business and paying us no attention. 

Once in a while they would roll their eyes at Ted, who was sitting so close to them that he could have easily petted them. In fact, I thought they were cute. "Oh Ted, can't you just put one hand out there and touch that one? Please?" 

Ted, of course, was having none of it and rolled his own eyes at me. Being one inch away from 30 colossal bovines practically rubbing their sides on his Mercedes, was clearly more than he had bargained for.

Obviously, he did not think they were 'cute'.

See you along the way!

the SconeLady

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