We stopped for a short visit to Boscastle. The village, with its picturesque harbour, is a popular tourist destination. Among the attractions are the Museum of Witchcraft, the Boscastle pottery shop, and access to the South West Coast Path. Much of the land in and around Boscastle is owned by the National Trust, including both sides of the harbour. we saw a lot of lobster pots sitting around. The Boscastle area is known for its connections to Thomas Hardy. The former harbour stables are now a youth hostel run by YHA, very popular with walkers. The National Trust runs a shop at the harbour, and a visitor centre in the Old Smithy. Its not that far from Tintagel it was a must stop and see for us.
Outside the visitor center there were a few of these "logs" with carvings in Cornish and English.
Yes there is a Cornish language.
The village is built mainly from local stone as are quite a few of the villages in the area. Some are whitewashed and give it that quaint fishing village quality.
The river coming in from the Harbour makes a wonderful place for kids and dogs to play. Several dogs were having a great time chasing stones being thrown for them from the bank. This one was sticking his head under to find the right one.
This little toddler in his wellies is sooooo cute and having a fun time.
The shops all over England put out the water bowls for the local dogs. As I have said before the way the dogs were welcome all over was just sooooo refreshing.Something I greatly miss where I live.
The houses are just so pretty and the shrubs and flowers seem to be larger than life.
Just another lovely place we saw on our way to Avebury. We stopped the night at a farm house for bed and breakfast. It was rather nice.
Our room above and the hallway outside the room
The lady who ran the bed and breakfast was the sister of another one that we stopped at. Liz and Rodney had stayed with them before and they stopped to say hello.
Back to where we stayed, more sheep. I love sheep.
I will do more on the place we stayed in my garden blog because I want to show more of the flowers.
Looking at roof tops at eye level should have been a clue.
The pathway was cobble stones. If you were Jason that would not bother you but those of us with ailments are a different matter. I have to watch my step having only one working eye and Liz had an issue with her ankle.
The road itself was steep and uneven. There are no cars here, but donkey's are sometimes used to drag sleds up and down with loads. We were almost all the way down when a man with a fully loaded sled of garbage bags came hurtling down. We thought we were dead for sure. Well before that we stopped in a small museum. Come to find out Charles Kingsley was a native son. The creepy looking man is him.
Continue on down
When a person lives there, they must be held to certain standards because all the tiny gardens were perfect and ther were a lot of cats.
The windows and the window boxes, walls ETC were all pretty. The flags still out for the Jubilee celebrations.
The first view of the harbor.........
.........and Jason was already down there. We were still hobbling along.
At this point Liz and I were still struggling. There were some young fishermen leaning on the wall as we came to a difficult bend. They joked with Rodney saying "I bet there was a day that you could chase her down there mate" to the delight of the rest of them. I was having a hard time seeing where to step next because on the bend the going was very rough and the light was not good. One of them offered me his hand and helped me the rest of the way to the rousing cheers of the rest of them. Nice to know there are still some gentlemen around.
Meanwhile, Jason was watching dolphins over on the wall of the harbour. We got down just as a shower hit.
More harbor views
We decided to take the jeep back up on the outside road...........good choice. My blisters were growing blisters.
What a beautiful day it was.............on to Avebury.
