Walk Perranporth

If you are after a walk of intrigue, history and adventure – walk from Perranporth along Perran Sands. This was my first experience of it…

So, February can be a grim time anywhere in the UK. The south west, albeit a few degrees warmer that most, does tend to receive more lashings of rain than what would be deemed as acceptable in most climates…

That said, there is little weather that will prevent us from taking our beloved pooch out for his weekend highlight. When we’re not kiting, going for hike or beach walk is his reward after a week of being dragged round our shabby little rat run, barely trotting while I try to complete 5k without vomiting, dribbling or snotting uncontrollably.

On a chilly Sunday, we wrapped up and headed out for a play date on Perranporth beach with an elusive boxer Mylo is rather smitten with. It was bitterly cold as the wind was North Easterly 10-15 knots, to little to warrant getting a kite out, nothing to do with Baltic north easterlies..

Parking £1 this time of year, a reprieve from the inhospitable seasonal tourist tax.

We’ve explored Chaple Rock on the town end of the beach before on a pre-Christmas walk, on the far side of the rock there’s a sneaky little tidal pool which looks like a lot of fun in the summer, at top the rock was a cross powered by generator. The town end was nicely busy with families climbing and enjoying the winter sun, couples smooching and elderly ladies with time to talk dogs and weather.

With a rambunctious 2 year old ridgeback we were keen to get clear of the rabble and perhaps find Dolly the boxer, a more suitable match for Mylo than a boarder terrier attached to a snarling Barbour jacket. Mylo loves boarder terriers…imageWe walked and walked, as it was low tide we aimed towards the far end of the beach, it was deserted and we were curious as to what we may find upon this new territory of ours. Along the way we saw a mermaid! A whole host of flotsam & jetsam artistically arranged to create a rather scary beast perched on the dunes.

This siren of the sea is so famous she has her own childrens story written about her which is charming! I am rather fond of the idea of little gangs of sandy kids rummaging about the beach in pursuit of the perfect piece of decoration to adorn this sea diva, who I imagine like most divas, changes her image every now and then!

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We wandered past the mermaid and up to the high tide mark to see if we could find any ambergris, a fantasy of mine that we will become rich one day through wandering the shorelines and stumble across our fortune.

We didn’t come across any ambergris but we did find a mermaids purse and these strange looking packages, wrapped in a tough fibrous plastic shell. Too heavy to carry home and investigate further and neither of us felt compelled to try and find out what was inside them despite out curiosity. I am still vaguely curious today as to what these strange lumps of plastic could have been. Maybe they’re still be there on a lonely stretch of coastline filled with £50 notes or something else more sinister.

As we came towards the cliffs at the end of the beach to our right was a break in the dunes and a pathway. We scrambled over the rocks and upon to what would be an oasis in the summer, but what looked like a slightly merky but none the less beautiful pool of turquoise water which led into deeply mysterious tunnels and caves.

We had arrived at Dead Mans Pool!

This was an utter surprise and the more astounding because of it – we felt like discoverers of a long forgotten past.

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Dead Mans pool is called thus for a reason and holds a tragic past, some not too distant either. There is a cautionary event of a young girl who was adventuring with her father only to fall to her death from a cave entrance which is now sealed to prevent further accidents from happening. It is safer now, but not safe to let your little ones roam free.

We swiftly walked back along the shore as the tide was drawing in quickly, at Cotty’s Point there is a chance of getting cut off by the tide and will either have a soggy walk round it or a lengthy walk through the dunes back to the town car park. Neither of which we fancied, after such a lovely walk none of us were quite ready for home and headed off to the Tywarnhale Inn for a steak dinner next to a roaring fire and some good company.

The walk along the beach at Perranporth is exciting, mysterious and all the more wondrous for its ghostly tales and mystery, dead mens pools, mermaids and treasure chests – Perranporth is an proper Cornish adventure for anyone; young, old or canine!

Highly recommended walk: 5 Stars!




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