|On My Way to Dodman Point|
|Dodman Point View|
|First Glimpse of Gorran Haven|
I paused at the top of Dodman Point for quite a time. From here it was possible to see virtually all of the route I had walked this weekend and even to the Lizard beyond. The top of the headland is marked by a large cross and I strategically positioned myself to take advantage of the shade afforded by the cross. It was quite a relief to be out of the sun for a few minutes - it had got to me a bit as I climbed to the top of the headland. The cross itself was not here to commemorate anything in particular - just to the glory of God and had been put here in 1896.
After draining more water and feeling suitably rested I pressed on, allowing another group to take up the sitting position they had been looking at with envy all the time I was in place. For me now the path would be descending for quite a time into the village of Gorran Haven, as yet still out of sight. The next couple of miles were quite remarkable scenery as I descended slowly along the back of the rather inviting looking Bow Beach. On top of the far headland was a very attractive grey building that I am guessing was something to do with Lamledra Farm. The view from there must be quite amazing for I saw it coming from a couple of miles away.
Just before the headland in the distance the path descended rather more sharply down to the beach and this was a well used route by beach visitors. They obviously have to save enough energy from their day at the beach to walk back up to the car park at the top. Briefly I was among a lot of people going down to the beach itself but I soon left them as I turned left to carry on along the coast path while they turned right for the sand.
|Heading Uphill Through Gorran Haven|
Feeling refreshed I wandered down through Gorran Haven. As with so many seaside places the smell of fish and chips was heavy in the air and there were seemingly hundreds of visitors to this little place. In many respects these small Cornish villages get inundated during the summer months and they seem almost unable to cope. Yet there is something about the mood and the excitement that I really enjoy as I walk through. Largely the coast path is quiet so these encounters remain brief and I am soon out in solitude again. In the case of Gorran Haven the whitewashed houses looked spiffing against the powder blue sky and you could almost be forgiven for thinking that you had been transported to the Mediterranean.
|First Glimpse of Mevagissey|
I slogged up the hill out of Portmellion to make sure that I completed the path as far as Mevagissey (although the route shown in the Pathfinder Guide looked tempting) and at the top of the hill I jumped out of my skin as a bunch of boy racers came out of nowhere and roared past me. I was thankful that I hadn't tempted to cross the road. Seeing the direction they were headed they would have had no chance going at that speed for very much further for the roads through Mevagissey are extremely narrow.
Despite the fact that it had been four and a half years since I set off from Mevagissey for the onward leg to Par it felt like no time had passed when I rounded the hill at the top to be greeted by the view over the harbour. I like Mevagissey a lot - it really is one of the quintessential Cornish fishing villages and still has something of a fleet using the port. I wandered right down to the harbour front and rewarded myself with a nice big ice cream and cold drink before contemplating the return leg to East Portlemouth. It still seemed rather odd doing a loop like this - I'm not sure I would generally want to do it as I felt like the job was done at this point.
I pressed on really feeling the heat now that I had left the cooling breeze of the coast behind. The cows in the field were clearly feeling it too as they had gathered in a shady corner of the field and didn't much like my presence when I passed them. They looked at me as though I had something to do with the heat. Eventually I got to the bottom of the valley and passed by Galowras watermill where I entered a small wood. Every section of path through woods was really valued now as the shade was so much more comfortable to walk through.
|Treveor Fishing Lake|
|East Portlemouth Beach|