There’s something about the British yearning for the seaside. Whether it’s our island roots anticipating the rolling waves or merely the need for ice cream and windbreakers, we’re explicably drawn to the coast. And there’s no heart out there that doesn’t enjoy a UK seaside break.
After a trawl of a journey during which we were saving our palettes for cream teas, we made it to The Lizard. It’s surrounded by fields of sheep and moors, and when you finally reach the village, you find yourself thinking, ‘is this really it’. One good thing is when you’re roaming coastal walks on cliffs so dramatic, they’re reminiscent of a giants meanderings, with plenty of caves around to hunt in and explore. Even the flora is huge; it must be the sea breeze and rain, as these plants grow to three times the size as inland. You’ll find hidden away beaches in the morning, that get washed away come evening time, being slaves to the tide.
We stayed on the beautiful campsite,’Henry’s’. You get your own secluded pitch, and we were lucky – right in the corner of the field. Camping is good for the soul, but mocks the back. Our air bed popped on the first evening, leaving us to kip on the floor for the rest of the hols. So be it.
The Lizard was our base whilst exploring during the day, but we’d always return with open arms. Our ritual became quite set in stone; pasty for breakfast from ‘Ann’s’, day trip somewhere, then return to one of the two pubs/cafes/chippy for tea, then a couple of drinks around the camp fire. Bliss.
The Minnack Theatre that’s built into the rocks…
The quaint village of Mousehall…
We found our cream tea 🙂
Part of the campsite at Henry’s…
Well done Ruby – you made it! 🙂
A cove found next to The Lizard…
Cornish Rattler and sun burnt times 🙂
Our home for the week… 🙂
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