#Mevagissey

[vox-anglosphere]

The scenic harbour in Mevagissey, one of Cornwall's many seaports

#Mevagissey #Cornwall #fishing boats #seaport #coastline #Cornish villages #scenery #picturesque #trawler #sailboats

[valzer-col-diavolo]

Fowey and Mevagissey, 2020.

#fowey #mevagissey #cornwall #cant wait to actually be able to go out and take photos again soon #wish i actually knew how to take em and edit em #alas for now this will have to do

[mevagissey]

Good morning from the world’s least reliable blogger. I swear I mean to do better. 

#mevagissey #harbour #fishing #cornwall #cornish #tidal #lowtide

[bikepackinguk]

Day Ninety-nine

It's a very grey start to today, with a light cloud cover coating the skies.

Up out of the bridleway spot and back onto the road near Constantine, it's straight into the hills as the road leads up into Cornwall's high surroundings as I continue my heading east.

It's some rolling hills to tackle as I slog along the road through some busy morning traffic, until finally riding in to the edges of Falmouth.

The busy port town is full of climbs as I track around and make my way down to the harbourside, where I get a beautiful view across Carrick Roads whilst waiting for the ferry.

After a brief stint afloat and savouring the waves, I put in across the water at the beautiful town of St Mawes.

Heading up past the castle, with some lovely views back across the water, it's up the steep hills once more to start slogging along the road again.

The rising sun is doing its best to burn off the light cloud cover of the morning, and the heat is rising once more as I get to rejoin NCN Route 3 for its stint along the coastline here.

Dropping down past Carne Beach, the route begins a heavy section of steep climbs and drops as it tours around the beautiful coastal area, zig zagging round to take in the many bays and watersides as it makes its way around the cliffsides.

Around and past the steep drops through Portmellon and Mevagissey, the route finally heads off the roads for a long hard climb over the lovely gardens of Heligan, before crossing the road and heading on to St Austell River.

It's a wonderful stretch of off-traffic riding herr as Route 3 follows up the river's course, through some beautiful forested areas, until heading in to St Austell at the heaving A390.

With Route 3 continuing northwards, I head off the cycle route and in to town for a resupply stop and break, before carrying on around the very busy roads to head on towards Par.

Whilst riding along the trails here, the bike lurches to a very sudden stop. A glance down has my heart in my mouth as a rather large branch has managed to find its way into the spokes of my rear wheel, catching the struts of my mudguard, and wrenching everything round. The mudguard has folded near double on itself and is sticking out towards my knee, and the branch is firmly wedged in amongst the wheel.

I stop to assess the damage as this could be pretty disastrous. After managing to extricate the offending piece of wood, I get the mudguard to unfold and slot back into its place without much harm done, and a check of the wheel finds that it's not even much out of true.

What on earth is with this bike?! An absolute tank! I can barely believe that no serious damage has been caused from this incident, but everything seems to be rolling ok, so I guess that means on with the show!

Round to Par and through it's looping one-way system, it's up another big sharp hill to head over to Fowey, with a steep descent through some narrow paths leading to some steps down to my second ferry of the day.

After a short wait and chat with some other tourists waiting, it's aboard the small ferry for a short cruise over the River Fowey to land at the working harbour at Polruan.

With the day wearing on, the heat and work haven't ceased yet, as from the waterside the road leads up and up a long and steep hill to get through and out of the pretty seaside village.

Finally up onto the coastal moorlands, I think it's been another long and tough day's work, so it's time for me to get scouting for a spot to lay my head. Tomorrow should hopefully have me pushing on and out of Cornwall's challenging hills.

TTFN!

#bikepacking #bicycle touring #wild camping #cycling the coast of great britain

[wanderella-w]

Bye Emma, hello restday (day 29-31)

On day 29 we walked from Gorran Haven to Carlyon Bay, around 19km. We made our breakfast porridge using the hot water kettle at the camp site (saved some dishes and gas) and said goodbye to Emma, who was brave enough to get up with us at 6am even though her bus only left at 9:30. On our walk on that grey day we came through Mevagissey after 5 km and we had a coffee there to wake up properly. I still had some memories of the town from our 2016 family holiday. Now we felt ready for all the ups and down (regarding elevation) the day had in store for us. It stayed grey but the views of the coves and beaches were still quite pretty. We came through Charlestown, a town with cute little shops, and as we got closer to Carlyon Bay there were quite a lot modern villas on big properties and a golf course. For our campsite, which was free according to the wikicamps app, we had to walk inland and found ourselves walking along a busy street in between a gated industrial site and a gated children's play paradise. Quite a difference to our usual surroundings on the path. The campsite belonged to an Inn and the lady there told us that they were not actually a campsite but a 'pit stop' for motorhomes. We could camp there for free anyways and we had a big choice of perfect grass pitches so we were happy:).

The Inn itself was quite cozy and they had a nice vegetarian menu (haloumi burger, madras curry & vegetable stew), therefore we took our chance to have an a bit too early but delicious easter meal sponsored by Margreet en Jobst. It was raining outside but in the Inn there was a nice and cozy atmosphere and after dinner (for dessert) we moved to one of the couches where stayed all evening reading our books. Talking about books: This morning I said to Rosa that it was a bit annoying that I didn't have a book for our upcoming restday anymore, after I gave it away in Falmouth... when five minutes later we came past and old phone booth converted to a book swap case! Rosa immediately spotted one book lying on top of others that she said she would absolutely recommend and it wasn't even too big! It was possible to buy books for a donation into the money box at the public toilets, and as I didn't have a book to swap anymore, I did that. The universe took care of me, as Rosa said.

That night I didn't sleep so well as it got cold during the night and my sleeping bag wasn't properly closed at my back - so in the morning I felt like my cold had come back. Luckily, as mentioned above, we would soon have a rest day.

The next day (Thursday), Rosa already left the path after 4km in Par to go to our shepherds hut, the designated place for our rest day, and she did groceries at Aldi on her way there. I still wanted to complete the loop around Grubbing Head to Fowey, from where I would take the Ferry to Polruan and then the bus to the hut in Pelynt. It was a nice day and the walk wasn't long but it was quite tiring anyways, maybe because of my cold.

The bus which I wanted to take from the ferry quay didn't come so I took another one that didn't go to Pelynt directly. After a few stops the bus driver said that I would miss my connecting bus in Polperro and that I could better walk from here ("It's all flat, take the second right"). I thanked him for the tip and got off. The 2,5 miles walk turned out to be a bit more adventurous than expected because at some point I took a path which was marked with a sign saying 'public footpath' but which obviously wasn't really in use anymore. I arrived at our hut with wet feet again due to a small river crossing, but it didn't matter as it turned out we could do a washing at the campsite and it was nice weather so I could let my shoes dry. After a shower I enjoyed the late afternoon lying on the bed with the windows open and our delicious meal in the evening for which Rosa had done excellent shopping.

Today, the 7th of April, is our restday and we mainly spend it reading, drinking tea and doing some small to-dos. It's great! Also we discovered it's exactly one month ago that we started our hike!

[howmanyblogsdoineed]

Here's a sample so you guys understand.

My name is Sevi Chi Nowydh, I am 35 years old and am from Mevagissey, Kernow. You may know it as Cornwall, a region in southwest England. It's a small land but it's quite lovely with brae a coastline and so much sight to see. Gashly if you missed it, but alas not all outsiders are given the chance to see a land with such a bloody beautiful environment. But when you've seen such a sight for so much your life, it gets repetitive and repetitive.

But ain't what repetitive? Those.

I'm right now waiting for the echoing in my ears to go away but never they will. So many years agone this wouldn't happen, but now it does. I'm cursed, I'm given stress. I'm targeted and I'm tormented. The echoing sounds like whispering, whispering of a woman, yet I look over shoulder and nothing be there. She say, "We all watchy you. We all see you. Escaping be the unavailable…"

"The unavailable, say she…" I repeat aloud, quietly muttering about afterward but I know I show no comprehensibility. Perhaps, daresay I, that I shouldn't be to a public transport saying such. I'm on Great Western Railway with my husband, Ynyr. Heading to Penzance, it's 15:22, we should get there on 15:58 or sooner! Or later.

"The unavailable? Daresay… I ask why?" Ynyr asks me the biggest question, slowly he speaks but such factor does not diminish the unanswerable it is. I fossick thy cauch of an internalised processor I hold and groan, there be no answer. "Wasson?"

"There be no answer, me ansome. She give no answer, such dilemma means no gazol to respond with. Tis quite despair, but it be truth. I should be lying if I say I met a response," I say to him, feeling breath catch in my throat just some. Tis a ticking bomb, I have not more than 30 minutes until it blows and is only 15:24. "30 minutes."

#Dyspnoea #Horror #psychological horror #Cornish #Welsh #Literature #Sowsnek Kernowek #Saesneg Gymreig #Help

[michaelcerasofficial]

The Mud Maid in The Lost Gardens of Heligan near Mevagissey, Cornwall, England

#travel #angleterre #Forest #mud maid #english

[slymo07]

Mevagissey Harbour

#nature #photography #plants #landscape #photo #travel #seascape

[emvisual]

Una vez más la película alemana de La 1 nos lleva de vuelta a Cornualles. En la película de hoy visitamos MEVAGISSEY, un encantador pueblo de la costa.

#megavissey #cornwall #cornualles #uk

[metromakersrp]

The Mud Maid in The Lost Gardens of Heligan near Mevagissey, Cornwall, England

#travel #angleterre #Forest #mud maid #english

[funandphotos]

The Mud Maid in The Lost Gardens of Heligan near Mevagissey, Cornwall, England

#travel #angleterre #Forest #mud maid #english

[aninstantwithlaura]

The Mud Maid in The Lost Gardens of Heligan near Mevagissey, Cornwall, England

#travel #angleterre #Forest #mud maid #english

[insomniac-morpheus]

 Mevagissey - Cornwall

#trip #tourism #photography #travel #viajes

[mindys2018project365]

June 20, 2023. We went to Mevagissey. James went to the bookshop and I wandered around.

[cornishrambler]

[cornishbirdblog]

The Story of Bodrugan's Leap

Between Gorran Haven and Mevagissey, not far from the jutting finger of Chapel Point, there is a deep cleft in the jagged line of the coast. This rocky fissure has been known as Bodrugan’s Leap for more than 500 years, ever since Henry Bodrugan jumped for his life from the cliff top. It is a story passed down through the generations that at first sounds like a made up, mythical tale but this is a…

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