Thursday, 16 September 2010
The leaves are beginning to turn. We have a healthy apple harvest, there's a certain chill in the air, and a 'brr' at the end of the month. Yes, it's autumn, and that can only mean one thing: the summer's crowds have desserted the west country, leaving Cornwall in its out-of-season glory for the rest of us to enjoy.
I didn't come to Cornwall as a child - growing up in Lancashire, the Lake District was closer. So I'm still discovering new and magical corners of the Cornish coastline.
Standing on Loe Bar at the weekend, I felt like I'd found a spot that encapsulates some of the best landscapes in England. To my right was the open sea, with waves breaking against the beach, while to my left, a sandy-shored lake nestled between gentle rolling hills. A sentence full of cliches, for which I'd apologise if only they weren't so very accurate in this case. I've never before had such a feeling of standing between two landscapes.
I was talking to a friend who assures me that this is also a genuinely unusual spot. There aren't so many places where fresh water and salt are separated by so thin a strip of land.
I can't quite explain the magic, and I don't think the photos do it justice: it was a fairly grey day. Suffice it to say that I'll be going back... again and again.