Off to Pendeen

In Zennor, one awakes to the cock-a doodle-do of the rooster as opposed to the cry of the gull. Both avian creatures like to make themselves heard at about the same early hour.

Pendeen, seven miles distant from Zennor—but eleven miles by the time I got through with it—is not a regulation stage, but I wanted to tour the tin mines here, so an overnight was the best way to accomplish that. And the walk was so stunning, that I am glad I didn't rush it. Besides, it was slow going due to lots of twisty, turny, rocky, steep, sometimes muddy paths. Perhaps youngsters can gambol along such kind of terrain, pero yo, no.

View from a bridge:



One of the special touches of walking these routes is seeing benches, often dedicated to someone, at strategic viewing points. "Come and sit," they seem to say, "Enjoy the view."



I took an extra little detour to a point where there were.....ROCKS! Note how Mother Nature improves on the sculptures made by the guy in St Ives:



Remnant of a tin mine:



Whoa!! Super majestic rocks:



Nice wild horsey!



In a few years, this outcropping will be dressed all in green:



Is Hotline not the perfect name for an electric fence company?


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Location:Pendeen