The sea roars, whipped into a frenzy by the Atlantic winds racing across the bay. The waves fantastic today, surfers will be out for sure. Come rain or shine, these boys are dedicated.
You can taste the salty spray as it draws you towards drinking water. The familiar smell of seaweed was home. I knew I was back.
The Cornish town of Hayle sits in the far southwest corner of England, near the midpoint of St Ives bay. It lies approximately 10 miles north of Penzance and is a component of the Heritage Coast of Cornwall, owned through National Trust.
The Trust has purchased large chunks of the Cornish coastline, ensuring protection for its wildlife and natural beauty.
“Morning,” greets an elderly man, his face weathered, exposed to the elements and sands of time. His dog retrieves his master’s stick from the white waves.
“Wind’s up. Pity tiny boats today,” he continues, his faithful companion by his side, stick in mouth.
The small fishing boats leave regularly, starting from Hayle harbour and sailing on the estuary at high tide and into the big blue. They should return before low tide else the estuary runs dry.
Hayle is a part of a beautiful stretch of coastline running from St Ives to the west, through to Godrevy Point in the east and its symbolic lighthouse.
Godrevy Lighthouse features predominantly in paintings by John Miller who has captured the stunning pure beauty on canvass in a lot of of his famous prints.
Westwards leads to the estuary and inland to the working fishing port. The small dock escorts you the high street, a mixture of old and progressive. Shopping here is not great; Hayle’s strength is its coastline.
Approximately halfway alongside Melbourne Escorts would be best Cornish pasties money can buy. Upon the corner sits outdated bakers’ shop, striving to meet demand for the local delicacy.
At least 7 work the ovens tirelessly to satisfy the endless queues. Seagulls perch atop the roofing hoping for an idea of the motion.
Across the road, the Cornish Arms serves a great pint of ale with which to be able to down your meal. Relax and enjoy the unique Cornish ambience where strangers stop state hello. Far of your mega metropolis cities, life in Hayle slows down a few crawl.