After last nights' awesome pub gig and great local atmosphere, I thought I'd venture to the beach on local advice and then check out a few little haunts around the place. I didn't want to travel too long on the roads as most are only big enough for one car, with brick/stone walls or heavy shrubs next to them - I'm talking on or centimetres just off the white line! I ventured to the beach at was one of the most prettiest sites I've ever seen. Hilariously, the lifeguards were on duty, but secretly praying I wasn't about to take a dip because they would no doubt freeze before rescuing me. Similarly to Scarborough and Cottesloe, they 'patrol' (!) near a pub. Well actually they are on the balcony of a pub - another reason for very little chance of rescuing. The beach is nothing like Aussie beaches, that being said the cliff faces and the unspoilt surrounds are hard to beat in Western Australia. The almost vertical slopes seemingly held together by grass and vegetation, are unbelievable. The panorama photos I took go some way to do it justice, but really you only ever get that sense by being there. I was in t-shirt and jeans and quite comfortable to, although when the breeze did come to say 'hi' it was brisk, yet refreshing.
I found the St Agnes Cemetery which was a beautiful grassland, yet obviously quite old. It houses the local museum, which I didn't get to, but the architecture of the building was nice (I'm guessing it's an ex-church). No 'Nankivell' or variants spellings to be seen on headstones, but I think our crew were a little before this cemetery's time unfortunately, certainly from the headstones I could decipher no other relies were prominent.
A bonus was going for a tour of a tin mine. It was closed down when global tin prices crashed and has been restored as a tourist operation highlighting each step of the mining process. It was awesome! Possibly where the Nankivell/Nanskeval family worked (that's what I'm telling myself anyway!). The produce jewellery and various products. I almost flattened my camera battery taking photos of the place and signs etc. It will be great to show the family back home!
After leaving the mine I'd drove back to the Peterville Inn to knick their WiFi from the car park! Loaded up Google Maps to find my way to Mary Tavy, and knew it was going to be tricky. The A30, A380, B3587, B3047 were all blending into one, and I knew I was going to get lost. Heck, the first left after the Inn's car park left me uncertain. I drove for about 30-40mins and kept coming back to St Agnes. I knew the directions were through Truro, but eventually as soon as I saw a Truro direction, I went for it and thought I'd grab a map from the servo. Thank God I did. I only then needed to remember Truro, St Austells, Liskead (?), Tavistock and then Mary Tavy. Easy! Although I did get lost out of Tavistock on the way to Mary Tavy! Roads are very different over here, yet seem to work and can be picked up easy enough. The round a bouts still spin me out. An oversupply of Roundabout makers in the universities one would assume!
I'm now sitting in farmland described as the 'beer garden' writing this up. The pub opens at 6pm, the first I've seen that isn't open as soon as I arrived! Probably a good thing as the beers have been stacking up (and overflowing of my new jeans!). It's very quiet, and I can't imagine it will be busy, particularly on a Tuesday night - we'll see!
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