Today...the obligatory whistle-stop tour of Lands End.... which, once you ditch the main throng of tourists and get as far away from the 'visitor attraction centre' as possible... turned out to be rather smashing... what those tourists don't seem to have noticed in their relentless hunt for sticks of rock and god-awful photo opps... is the actual End of the Land... the edge of the headland, just a few minutes walk away... (it's just round the corner, off to the left... but please, please don't tell them that...)
We lazed and lounged in the sunshine, half way up a hill covered in clover... and we hardly saw a soul... blissful!...Before long the lounging was cut short by The Boy's appointment with a surfboard... and so we headed back to Gwithian... The Boy for fun and games in the waves and me for general swooning on the beach and a sneaky cream tea at the Sunset Surf again..
We lazed and lounged in the sunshine, half way up a hill covered in clover... and we hardly saw a soul... blissful!...Before long the lounging was cut short by The Boy's appointment with a surfboard... and so we headed back to Gwithian... The Boy for fun and games in the waves and me for general swooning on the beach and a sneaky cream tea at the Sunset Surf again..
The swell grew pretty impressive after a time and, watching all the action out there, I grew rather jealous of The Boy and so I hopped back into Frida to change into swimmers... Having fed the hungry little surfer once he was back on dry land, I insisted that we go back down to the beach... and we spent a pretty fabulous hour or so jumping waves...
There was no hope of a proper swim, the water was too wild... great big breakers, crashing and rolling onto the beach... and it was as much as we could do to stand upright as the water pulled at our legs, dragging us out with each wave... but it was glorious... and I didn’t care that I was the only one in the water in a swimsuit... (grown men in wetsuits... honestly!.. man up, boys!)
There was no hope of a proper swim, the water was too wild... great big breakers, crashing and rolling onto the beach... and it was as much as we could do to stand upright as the water pulled at our legs, dragging us out with each wave... but it was glorious... and I didn’t care that I was the only one in the water in a swimsuit... (grown men in wetsuits... honestly!.. man up, boys!)
Just as we started flagging from the effort... a seal popped its head up, just a few feet away from us and swam along bobbing and diving inside the waves... and so we stayed a while longer to watch it as it watched us...
Exhausted and salty all over, we headed back to the van, pulled on some clothes and drove barefoot across the peninsular to Lizard Village... to a place I’d been dying to visit for a few years now... Henry’s Campsite..
Bye Bye, Gwithian... we love you... xxx
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