We returned to Boscadjack for lunch. We were expecting, sometime, the arrival of Simon and Nicki, but messages exchanged made it clear there were road delays. We had time for a local walk.
It was dull and just a bit dismal, but we were still captivated by the wayside flowers.
This foxglove had clearly decided it was a wallflower.
So had other plants of various species.
Here we see one of the houses down near Coverack Bridges and the River Cober. Our planned walk was down the Cober.
The building was part of the mill complex – now all mere housing but the weather vane showed a miller.
This was the main building of Boscadjack Mill.
There doesn’t seem to be much left of a millpond.
In fact this is below the mill and so full of plants you hardly see it is a pond.
The pond had the local ever-present gunnera standing guard over it.
We had some difficulty tracing our path which meant we took a wander around an industrial yard. The little River Cober had once provided power for all sorts in the area, and some premises, now electrically powered, were still in use.
Our problem with the route was solved by walking a little up the hill and then back down towards the river. This route also had industrial usage. In fact the footpath went straight through a stone mason’s yard.
Fascinating debris littered the ground.
Somewhere down in there we could hear, but barely see the rushing waters of the Cober.
That’s better. Take off the flash and hand hold a really long exposure and we can see there was quite a cascade.
We passed by the mason’s yard and headed downhill to a house.
Surely the path didn’t go through that garden. Let’s step back and take another look.
Aha. The path sneaks off behind the house. Yes, it was raining a bit.
The scene was very arboreal.
It was a bit of a scramble in places, but this was a bridle way so presumably horses are expected to clamber as well.
I had hoped to see a viaduct on the long closed Helston Railway but it was not to be seen although we were within yards of it. This under bridge was what we located.
Of course, under bridges need climbing (an easy path) so that one can be on them.
That’s the route of the old railway. Next stop Helston.
But for us the next stop was Boscadjack. We had travellers arriving who would fancy some nourishment after a long day on the road. So for us it was back the way we came.
