Loe Pool and Loe Bar plus *stop press news*

I really don't intend updating this blog daily but as I'm having a nice little explore I thought I would share yesterday's discovery with you. I found these lovely gems with the help of my trusty Lizard guidebook. There was no signage whatsoever. I took a left at Helston Community Hospital and ended up here:

Now that I am au fait with the record button on my camera there is no end to Emma's video shorts, classics of our time. I have no idea why I'm whispering but it was very, very quiet so maybe I didn't want to disturb the tranquility. Doesn't usually stop me but you do feel a little daft talking to yourself.

There are no piccies because I was merrily taking pictures with my Canon when it dawned on me towards the end of the day that the memory card was still plugged into my laptop! So I'm not sure if they exist or not. I will have to wait until Cam brings down the camera cable to see if they're still lurking within.

I did take one snap with my phone as my camera wouldn't take it. It does that sometimes. I had bought provisions in Helston and after a lovely meandering walk around Loe Pool I flopped on the beach and ate my pasty. I'm in Cornwall now. It's what you do. It's probably the law. So, imagine me, sunbathing fully-clothed just snapping overhead:

Loe Bar (I'm not sure if it's pronounced loo or low) is treacherous and there are signs warning you not even to paddle. The beach shelves incredibly deeply and the gravel-like sand sucks you in, the current overwhelms you and, well, you're toast really. Very wet toast.

*stop press* Queen Victoria and Prince Albert chilled in my bedroom! Back in the day my two bedrooms were resting rooms for VIPs. The lighthouse heritage centre opened for the season today so I was chatting to Caroline and Dom who run it (and used to live in my cottage). Lots of interesting snippets which I shall share in the coming weeks.