27th April Day eleven of 'The great cornish getaway' cycling around the Port Navas area

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27^th April:  day eleven Cycling around Port Navas area

Distance: 28 miles

Penrhyn – Maenporth – Mawnan smith – Porth Navas – Constantine – Seworgan – Porkellis – Carnkie – Penmarth – Stithians watersports café – Hendra – Stithians – Ponsanooth - Goonreeve

 

We stop first at Maenporth beach where we find a lovely beach café with picnic tables overlooking the beach. The tide is out exposing wet expanses of golden orange sand. A lone rider and horse are going through the surf back and forth whilst several people are having surfing lessons on training boards on the beach; learning to pop up and balance from a prone position. Their squeals of shock as they later enter the chilly waters travel on the wind to our beachside table.

At Port Navas, we stop off briefly to survey a small tidal creek, a graveyard for old neglected and abandoned boats. I am thinking of sailing down to Falmouth and up the Helford in the next few months in my little boat Arwen (her website blog is www.arwensmeanderings.blogspot.co.uk and her YouTube channel is www.YouTube.com/c/plymouthwelshboy )

At Stithians recreational lake we stop in the sports centre café for a delicious chocolate cookie and another coffee. It’s a lovely sun trap and with great views across the expanse of lake. All of us sat there are admiring the courage and fortitude of a gentleman who is learning to windsurf using the new inflatable wing system. Under some excellent instructor tutoring, he makes amazingly quick progress.

Back down through the lanes and various villages, we head back to outer Penrhyn, enjoying the Cornish hedgerows and fields full of flowers and the occasional old hidden mine wheel house.

Back at the campsite after a recuperative cuppa, I set about cleaning out and reorganising various lockers whilst Mag chills catching up with the on-line newspapers. In such a sheltered site, the sun is hot, the birds in full song. It is a picture of peace and tranquillity.

I did do the lockers, honestly