Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Polstreath


Polstreath is another of Cornwall's hidden beaches - unless you are aiming for it, you are unikely to ever just come across it. You descend the steep cliffs down the metal stairs, and in the rain you could almost be on a lost prehistoric beach, even if Mevagissey is just around the corner - a jurassic park come true. Today I am the first, the only one to venture out into the gray rain that hangs in the air, the kind of dirizzle that leeches all the colours from the landscape except for the rich, fluorescent greens that cover these steep cliffs. The traces in the sand are mine alone - yesterday has been wiped clean in the overnight high water that washes over this beach...

1 comment:

jaynie said...

i spent the first 16 years of my life holidaying in meva,my grandfather was harbour master my grandmother ran the lifeboat shop, we went to the beach every day the steps were not metal then, they were carved ourt of the cliff and if there was a bad winter, a lot off the steps would have been washed away, ive lived in Malibu for the last 10 years, but that is my happy place thank you