Cornwall UK?

martinsmith99

I'm off to Cornwall in September. Anyone got any tips on where to get some great shots. My interests are varied so any ideas welcomed.

susanbudge

Which part will you be staying? I haven't been too far south but if you are over the west side there are the Bedruthen steps ( I think I've got the name right) just south of Bude. You'll need to be fit to do the climb up the steps back to the cliff tops but in the evening light they are lovely. The "steps" are pillars of rock along the beach. The base is exposed at low tide.

There is also Tintagel where St Arthurs Castle is, another one needing a certain level of fitness! :-) but totally worth it.

I'm not sure if it is Cornwall or Devon, but Boscastle (where the flood was) was somewhere I enjoyed last year and also Clovelly of course but I am coming into Devon and quite a bit further north now.
Have a good time.

martinsmith99

susanbudge wrote:

Which part will you be staying? I haven't been too far south but if you are over the west side there are the Bedruthen steps ( I think I've got the name right) just south of Bude. You'll need to be fit to do the climb up the steps back to the cliff tops but in the evening light they are lovely. The "steps" are pillars of rock along the beach. The base is exposed at low tide.

There is also Tintagel where St Arthurs Castle is, another one needing a certain level of fitness! :-) but totally worth it.

I'm not sure if it is Cornwall or Devon, but Boscastle (where the flood was) was somewhere I enjoyed last year and also Clovelly of course but I am coming into Devon and quite a bit further north now.
Have a good time.

Thanks for the tips Susan. I'll check those out. We're staying just outside of St Just.

Bodwick

martinsmith99 wrote:

We're staying just outside of St Just.

A mile or so north of St Just is a place called Kenidjack, you will find the hooting cairn.
This is haunted by a group of witches led by Old Moll.

"Underneath the cairn lies the Gump, where demons fight and the Devil deposits lost souls. Visitors beware! This is one of those spots where piskies, the fairy folk, lead mortals far astray."

So if you can avoid being led astray I’d like to see a shot of Moll or a couple of fairies if Moll is not around. Have fun…

thebigsky

Trebarwith Strand is quite good for sunset beach shots.

Charlie

Bodwick

King Arthur’s Castle, Off Tintagel Head, Cornwall

From Original Painting by Thos. Moran - public domain

“After we reached the hotel, the long twilight still gave time to contemplate the weird beauty of the surroundings and to explore the ruins of the castle so famed in song and story. We scrambled down the high headland, upon which the hotel stands, to the level of the blue inlet of the sea, depicted in such a masterly manner in the painting by Mr. Moran, the towering cliffs crowned by the fragmentary ruins looming far above us.
A path cut in the edge of the cliff leads to a precarious-looking foot-bridge across the chasm and a still narrower and steeper path hugs the face of the precipice on the opposite side until a heavy oaken door is reached. This door, to which the old caretaker in the cottage below had given me the key, opens into the supposed site of King Arthur’s castle. Only a few scattered bits of masonry remain and these are probably of a later time than that of the early Briton.

The spot is lonely and quite barren save a few patches of greensward upon which were peacefully grazing a flock of sheep—one finds them everywhere in Britain. I was quite alone—there were no other visitors at that late hour and my companions had given up the dizzy ascent before it was fairly begun—and I strove to reconstruct in imagination the castle as it stood in the days of the blameless king.
How the wild old stories crowded upon me in that lonely twighlight hour! Here, legend declares—and I care not if it be dim indeed and questioned by the wiseacres—was once the court of the wise and faultless Arthur, who gathered to himself the flower of knighthood of Christendom and was invincible to all attacks from without, but whose dominion crumbled away before the faithlessness and dishonour of his own followers.
Here, perchance, the faithless Guinevere pined and sighed for her forsworn lover and gazed on the sea, calm and radiant as it is even now, or saw it lash itself into unspeakable fury upon the frowning bastions of the coast. But alas! how dim and uncertain is all that is left.”

Murphy, Thos. D.: “In Unfamiliar England” (1910)