Muddy Marge

 Falmouth

We were awoken this morning by the voices of the birds. John found a felled tree in the morning sun, where he sat in the idyllic surroundings beside the tumbling waters of the river. Nearby, a cat black as ebony, picked its way silently through the long grass.

On the ground John discovered a large blister or oil beetle, quite a rare insect now unfortunately, of the eight species in the UK three are already extinct. To get a better shot Angela was tasked with the job of holding out a stick with the beatles on it for a photograph.

All well and good until it moved. Near to Marge, wild garlic grew, and John picked some to add to his morning omelette.

Housework done, and waste water emptied we fired up Marge.

At the farm gate, a group of lambs in a pen jostled to bid us farewell. 

Our destination, and possible stopover was Pendower Beach in the heart of the Roseland peninsula. We arrived just after midday. quickly parked up Marge and set off to explore this area of outstanding natural beauty.

The sun lit the headland, and the puffed-up clouds billowing in the sky cast shadows over the beach. We skimmed some flat shiny grey stones, smoothed by the movement of the sea, across the flat water.

Then walked across the rocks, laid bare by the low tide, looking in to rock pools and crevices.

Above us we could see Marge parked precariously. No funny business Marge please, it's a long drop down! By the time we returned to have our lunch the sun was high in the sky lighting the sea and coastline. We could see right across the bay to Portscatho. We had the best seat in the house. Before leaving, John picked some 'wild' spring onions growing in front of Marge (not sure who had planted those) for us to add to our stir fry this evening.

Deciding to stay overnight in Falmouth we journeyed past St. Austell passing the 'Cornish Alps', also known as the china clay spoil tips. The road was fast and uphill, poor old Marge she was really put to the test today. Now she is glad to be parked in the car park of Pendennis Castle, with a few buddies. She has a glimpse of a sea view through the hedgerow.

Leaving her to rest, we walked to Pendennis Point where we sat and watched some men fishing for mackerel whilst we took in the view towards St. Mawes and along the coast. Taking the 'Gold Path' back to the van through the wooded area, we were surprised how many bluebells were still in flower. The path ended right by the entrance to the castle, the last few feet being almost vertical, and hard to navigate. Now we knew how Marge felt. 

If it is quiet here tonight, we may stay again tomorrow, as being a bank holiday weekend the roads will probably be busy around these parts and we would quite like an easier day ourselves, something we know Marge would agree with.