I was looking forward in visiting St. Michael's Mount. Because of the high tide we had to take the ferry across to the island. Described as Cornwall's jewel in it's crown we were not disappointed. Filled with 'giant' myth and legend, it's history is fascinating and rich. The view from the mount was breathtaking. Ian experienced the old 'sweaty' palms and feet {he has a fear of heights}.
The armoury room contained an impressive display of sporting weapons and military trophies bought back by the family from various wars. My favorite being the beautiful collection of swords and cross bows.
The south terrace gave us splendid views of Mount's Bay and the fabulous terrace gardens way way way below. On the north terrace Mr St Aubyn was entertaining a guest, giving a long winded speech about his in family.
The weather changed very quickly and we had to change our plans slightly. Rain or snow I had to visit the Minack Theatre. Ian stayed in the car writing postcards with his thermos of coffee, I put on all the warm clothes on that I could find.
Minack in Cornish means 'A rocky place'. From 1931 until she died in 1983 the Minack Theatre was planned, built and financed by one amazing woman ~ Rowena Cade. Joseph Wright was Rownea Cade's great great grandfather. She appeared to be everything I wish I could be, artistic, imaginative, contented, self reliable, genteel and strong.
It didn't feel right to visit the "minack' when there wasn't a play being performed. It seemed so empty ~ unreal. The view was simply magnificent. My dream play would be to watch the "Tempest "being performed here. Watching the sight of the moon rising over the black cloth of ocean would be a never to be forgotten experience.
We carried on our journey to Land's End and up the west coast heading for St Ives. This drive was spectacular ~ the remote Cornish landscape dotted with relics of the tin mine industry, picturesque fishing villages and pre historic remains. I could understand how this beauty combined with the clarity of light has attracted artists since the late 19th century.
We decided to stop and visit the Geevor Tin Mine, since Ian's ancestors were from that background. We went on an underground tour into the Wheal Mexico. This was an abandoned mine concealed from the world until it was rediscovered in 1992.
Following the guide into a very narrow small claustrophobic 18th century tunnel, it was very exciting. The guide related to us stories of the hard life of the old tin miners. They were lucky to live to the age of 27, never got paid unless tin was produced, sometimes going days even weeks without a mineral lead. Stories of the traditional pasty and of the 'knockers' were fascinating.
Stopping afterwards for something to eat in the "Count House" cafe and enjoyed the magnificent view of Cornwall's' coastline ~what an amazing day!
Having a quick tour around St Ive's we decided to leave it for another day. We headed home.
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