Immersed in a Cornish fishing community for her first book, the writer plans a post-lockdown trip to the coast near St Just on the Penwith peninsula
On 30 December 2019, I was on my hands and knees crawling through a narrow granite ring on the stark stretch of moorland between the north and south coasts of westernmost Cornwall. My travelling companion, Amy, was waiting for me on the other side, both of us unable to contain our laughter as we chanted, “Rebirth, rebirth!” to the empty winter skies.
The granite ring was the Men-an-Tol, a bronze age monument between two upright fingers of grey rock. It takes an hour and a half to walk there from the village of Madron, a couple of miles inland from Penzance on the south coast. The route is wild and desolate, the undulating land covered in dark grey and red gorse. Continue reading...
