Kynance my Kynance, eventually

Unfortunately Thursday didn't dawn any brighter than Wednesday. I am realising more and more that you have to have your plan A and your plan B and be prepared to change course as you go sometimes. After a leisurely breakfast of scrambled eggs on toast we could delay no more and rather than going to Kynance in the gloom we decided to take a walk along to Housel Bay then up into the village for ice-creams.

By the time we'd walked into Lizard it had started raining so we stopped at Coast for hot chocolate. As we set off down the path to the Lighthouse it was still drizzling and we were engrossed in conversation as we passed an older couple. As they went by we heard the man say "did that say Oxted?" We turned around and discovered that the man had attended Oxted School in the late sixties, now lived in Essex, small world etc. As we chatted the sun came out and you could feel the heat starting to burn through. By the time we got back to the cottage the temperature must have gone up a good ten degrees so it was swimsuits on, beach bag packed and off to Kynance Cove. 

The tide was out when we arrived so I gave the girls a quick tour of the coves and the caves (and a naughty man with his winky out although he covered up before we focussed. I probably wouldn't have noticed had he not grabbed his towel in a hurry!)

We wanted to max out on our time at Kynance before the girls' flight home early evening so we set-up camp where I knew we'd be safe from the rising waters and basked. The girls got lunch from the cafe although I just had an ice-cream, as did Annie. Libby never did get hers even though she had been so excited about me moving to Cornwall mainly so she could have Cornish ice-cream like we did when we holidayed at Cawsand years ago with mum and dad. The girls braved the freezing waters once again and stayed in right until it was time to leave.

They ended up leaving the beach wrapped in their towels for the short drive back to the cottage and a hot shower before the drive back to Newquay Airport. This photo was taken at the top of the steps leading down the beach and Kynance Cove Cafe where I briefly worked all those months ago. When the tide is completely in you have to go up and over the cliff path.

Getting towards high tide as we left

And that was it. Libby and Annies's Cornish adventure was over. We negotiated the Truro rush-hour with less time than I would have liked to spare, only to discover the plane was delayed. But they were still home by just after half past eight.

Love from the Lizard Girl