Kehelland may have sung with the voices of ancestors, but we found nowhere handy to eat our pasties. Instead, we stopped just out of the settlement on a hilltop with a view to the north.
The great thing about Cornwall is that you are never far from the coast. As the weather changed from the poor start into a lovely afternoon so we got near the North Coast.
We could see people aplenty on the coastal path, somewhere near Hell’s Mouth.
A modern gate was baler twined to a fine old stone post.
Local sheep had large lambs. Behind them, towards the cloudier south we could make out Camborne.
A bold and thrusting foxglove reached for the sky.
Those patterns inside a single bloom are wonderful. I see a pack of cards in there – clubs, hearts, diamonds and spades.
With our picnic over we joined the crowd at Hell’s Mouth. There is a café there and you can park for free.
So, once again, we found ourselves on the wonderful Cornish coast with a walk in mind, around the headland here and on to the large bay beyond.
This was Hell’s Mouth, a small inlet where, I assume, softer rock has been eroded by the tireless sea.
