Day 3 of holidaying with The Walking And Talking Society and it was time to check off another major Cornwall landmark.
Lizard Point is managed by the National Trust, so if you’re a member like Brendan, you can park here for free.
It’s the furthest south you can get on the island of Great Britain. I’ll be honest, we hadn’t picked a good time. The tide was out, the sky was overcast, and this scenic point wasn’t so scenic.
But hey, we were here, so we had to prove it with pictures.
From here, we decided to take a two mile walk along the South West Coast Path to a beauty spot called Kynance Cove. The National Trust also has a car park here, in case you’re feeling lazy and want to drive around – but you’ll miss out on The Lizard’s natural landscape and rare plants!!
After only 20 minutes of walking up and down along the cliffs, we fancied a dinner break.
Lunch on the cliffs was scenic and uneventful, apart from when Brendan took out his drone, flew it into the air and then watched it force land. Apparently this area is a no-fly zone, courtesy of the G7 summit a few weeks prior, and his drone decided to shut down and land in the ocean. Brendan had to slide down the grassy cliff to save it and I honestly thought he was going over the edge. He laughed it off but I had to look away. Jeez. This guy goes to some lengths to get the perfect photo.
Almost immediately, a helicopter appeared in the sky and circled. The drone quickly disappeared into Brendan’s bag.
In the distance, the helicopter landed, kicking up a mighty dust cloud. Were they coming to get us?? We thought it best to act natural and continue walking to Kynance Cove.
As we approached the helicopter, we slowly realised it was an air ambulance attending to an elderly lady who had a fall. Thankfully, she didn’t look to be seriously injured.
As we closed in on the Cove, the clouds above dissipated.
The ocean started to look blue and foreign. There was a white yacht anchored offshore. I’m not used to British ocean looking idyllic. Are we in Cornwall or on the French Riviera?
Brendan decided to climb the cliffs on the other side of the Cove to get some more photos.
Meanwhile, Andy, Taras, Joel and I headed down to the beach, in search of a place to change into our trunks.
Kynance provided us with caves.
The caves are fun to explore and some go deep into the cliff. I delved into one until it was pitch black, and thoughts of getting stuck and drowning entered my mind. Why am I such a scaredy cat?
The larger cave we got changed in led out to the waters lapping the western shore of this little peninsular and my bloody god were the waters cold. Joel and I tried to have a swim on this side to avoid the crowds, but quickly realised why these waters were empty.
On the eastern side of the beach, the sea was still a bit cold but markedly warmer. How weird is that?
As Joel and I were swimming, Andy spotted a mermaid.
Such dadbod beauty.
Eventually, Brendan joined us and told us the tide was coming in. It was time to go.
Our little path through the rocks was already flooded. It’s very easy to get yourself stranded on this beach so keep an eye on the tide times!
There is a cafe at Kynance Cove but it was filling up. So we decided to walk back to the car at Lizard Point.
I wonder if those peeps on the boat could see Andy toileting…
I later learned from a friend of mine who visits Cornwall all the time, that this part of the Lizard Peninsular is a brilliant place to find adders – the UK’s only venomous snake. It’s probably good we didn’t know this when Andy went off looking for a place to get his own snake out…
When we arrived back at Lizard Point, it definitely looked more picturesque.
But nobody was up for another photo shoot.
Andy and Joel headed to the car as Taras, Brendan and I went to check out Lizard Lighthouse.
Here you’ll find a signpost that points to other extreme lighthouses in England.
And the best thing about this signpost is you don’t have to pay to have a photo with it! *Ahem* I’m looking at you, Land’s End… *ahem*
And so we headed back to Redruth, loving the tight, tight road out of Lizard Point.
On the way back I watched Wales get dumped out of the Euros by Denmark (obviously not knowing that Wales’ best friend England would eventually avenge them – which I’m sure the Welsh loved).
During our first three days in Cornwall, the weather had constantly forecast grey skies, only for the sun to ignore this and bathe us in beautiful sunshine. Maybe that’s just how it is in Cornwall – unexpected weather. That night however, the forecasted rain arrived and I prepared myself hiding indoors on a wet weekend. Brendan, predictably, had other plans…
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