Mousehole Bound

Our outing today was to Mousehole (pronounced MOWzl) - a picturesque fishing village between Penzance and Land’s End. It was sacked by the Spaniards in July 1595 when the entire village, apart from one house, was burnt to the ground.

The harbor is small, and sheltered, surrounded by cottages, shops, and restaurants.

As in many of the villages in the UK, there was a World War Memorial.

This one stood proudly at the edge of the harbor.

I am always moved when I see these, since they can be found in even the smallest villages. A reminder of how their way of  life was never the same after the wars.

Anne and I took a short hike down a public footpath, and were amazed by the flowers growing along the path. Nasturtiums in yellow, orange, and peach colors sprawled along an ancient wall.

Fuschias, tall as small trees, grew in abundance along the sloping side of the path.

We wandered the hilly streets, perused the shops, and even spotted an old sea pool carved into the rocks along the shore just outside of the harbor.

Sea pools were very popular in the UK in the 1930's, and can still be found in Bude, Polperro, Priest's Cove, Perranporth, Porthtowan, and Portreath.

Thirsty from the walking and the bright sunshine, we found our way to the Ship Inn, at the harbor, for a cold Guinness, and a bite of lunch.

Fish and chips filled our tummies, and revived, we made our way to the bus stop for the ride back to Penzance and then Marazion.

We walked over to the Mount when we got back from Mousehole, so Anne could buy some booze. What a lush! Ha ha, just kidding!  It was another excuse for a walk in this wonderful Cornish weather! Once home, I attended to some bill paying, we washed clothes, relaxed with our books, and had a light supper.  Now it's time for a shower and bed.

Tomorrow we start packing up, and saying goodbye to this very special place.  I am going to miss it!

Stay tuned...