The end of the Land

Here we are on the brink of the Atlantic at Land's End. Last night and  tonight  we are holed up,in the local YHA. After a superb day yesterday it is cold and blustery with a  hard rain coming in off the sea. To justify dinner, we braved the elements and struggled out to Cape Cornwall. it is a rugged and hard-bitten landscape mined since antiquity for copper, lead and tin the relics of which litter the area, some right on the cliff-tops with shafts extending down beneath sea-level., it doesn't pay to wander off the paths! We have some fellow Kiwis staying with us tonight...the first  since Scotland. 

Earlier today we visited the  Minack outdoor theatre which was wrested from the granite cliffs near the village of Porthmancu by the indominatable will and perseverance of Rowena Cade  over a 50 year timespan. The perfect setting for 'The Tempest' which was the first play to be performed there back in the 1920s. Of course, everybody had to try out their best Lawrence Olivier impressions. Then  Mousehole for fish and chips with it's little keyhole like harbour formed by the encircling arms of the breakwater. Mousemaze might have been a more appropriate as the narrow streets were labyrinthine and only just wide enough even for our little Noddy car.