Travellers Tales From The Cornish Coast Of Britain

They say the​ light is​ clearer in​ Cornwall,​ washed of​ impurities by the​ barbed Atlantic winds. Free of​ pollution,​ the​ small village of​ Mousehole draws artists from all corners of​ England. Amateurs and professionals alike delight in​ capturing the​ character and make-up of​ this beautiful Cornish community.

I took the​ B3315 south from Penzance and headed for Mousehole. the​ road stretched along the​ coast,​ a​ narrow passage of​ twists and turns and steep inclines. Tall trees lined the​ steep banks,​ clinging perilously close to​ the​ cliff’s edge.

The high summer sun blazed down from above,​ glistening on​ the​ peaceful ocean. Never was there a​ more tranquil setting. Across the​ sea St Michael’s Mount stood defiantly,​ guarding the​ bay.

It wasn’t long before I reached Mousehole. as​ I entered the​ village the​ road narrowed further,​ just wide enough for two lanes. Everywhere seemed a​ little cramped and confined. Homes were placed almost on​ top of​ one another. This was a​ very intimate place not really suited to​ traffic. Driving here was making me claustrophobic.

The only way to​ explore this place was by foot so I parked the​ car at​ the​ first opportunity. Tight cobbled streets led the​ way to​ the​ harbour and panoramic views of​ Mount’s Bay.

Along the​ way I passed at​ least four artists,​ brushes in​ hand. One sat in​ a​ quiet back street endeavouring to​ capture the​ intimacy of​ a​ serene Cornish fishing village. He was a​ young man in​ his twenties and sat on​ a​ wonderfully efficient contraption that included the​ easel and seat all in​ one unit. He acknowledged me as​ I stood behind and gazed enviously at​ his talent.

I continued towards the​ harbour and a​ tiny beach,​ hoping to​ catch the​ young man later to​ witness his finished masterpiece. a​ gentle slope led to​ a​ small area of​ golden sand enclosed by the​ old harbour walls. Boats lay idly around waiting for the​ passing tide. Children ventured further out to​ get a​ taste of​ the​ sea.

The seasoned pub overlooking the​ harbour was at​ the​ hub of​ the​ community. the​ low beams and maze of​ corridors gave a​ traditional feel to​ the​ place. the​ stair walls were decorated with the​ photographs of​ deceased fisherman,​ drowned in​ stormy seas in​ the​ 1980s. Few can appreciate the​ courage of​ these men as​ they went about their day to​ day business to​ earn their livelihoods.

As I drove out of​ Mousehole the​ village stayed with me. So quintessentially Cornish,​ this deep-rooted fishing village has defied the​ sands of​ time.
Travellers Tales From The Cornish Coast Of Britain Travellers Tales From The Cornish Coast Of Britain Reviewed by Henda Yesti on September 09, 2018 Rating: 5

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