Warnings of rain sent us out for a short walk to fill in one of the two little gaps in itinerary. This one involved a section of about half a mile crossing Trevaunance Cove (St Agnes) but as it was a lovely day with soft November sunshine and a calm sea, we decided to extend it to St Agnes Head (and back).
Parking at the bottom of Cross Coombe, a small sandy beach to the east of Trevaunance, close to the Blue Hills mine workings, we set off westward.
The remnants of mining were very evident all around us: spoil heaps, capped shafts, chimneys and mysterious overgrown walls.
Trevaunance Cove is dominated by the stacks where the small harbour used to lie on the westward side, nothing but rubble remaining. On the cliff above the smarter-than-usual houses and a prepared road hinted at the former use of the area. granite steps up the hillside suggest a re-use of old materials.
Today surfers enjoy the gently rolling waves and such industry is in the past.
The going was easy along a heather-girt path, past spoil heaps until we reached Newdowns Head where the natural landscape took over. The strong blues of the sky and sea had gone to be replaced by gentle watery colours that softened the landscape, the distant cliffs which we had already walked, gently fading into the mist.
St Agnes Head, with its NCI watch station, was a good coffee stop where we could admire a tiny shrine of assorted plastic fairies, flowerpots, flowers and lights.
The light was sharper on our return and we were pleased to be joined by a little stonechat. These little fellows seem to enjoy any high spot as they survey the clifftops and, like the robin to the gardener, have a cheeky curiosity about passing walkers.
We wondered whether this was the same little fellow we had seen on the Beacon and many other stretches of the coast, keeping an eye on our progress and tweeting the occasional encouraging message.
We were soon back at Trevaunance and over the top to Cross Coombe, a distance of about 4.5 miles in total.
It had been good to stretch our legs and fill in one of the missing links on such a lovely day. The other stretch is much shorter at a mere half mile but it must be done.