We had a lovely weekend just gone. Got out and about, forgot about things for a while, and had a good old explore. We made our way down to Lizard Point, the most southerly point in the UK. Some gorgeous scenery and plenty of cheery spring sunshine, not to mention a rather splendid cream tea (which, stupidly, I forgot to take a picture of for my Best Cream Teas of Cornwall taste test. All unofficial, of course, but the research is a doddle.)
This is the old lifeboat station. There's a road that winds its way precariously down, but here you can give yourself the vertigo-collywobbles by gazing down into its briny depths over the cliff. As you can see, it was built in 1914 and I'm amazed it didn't succumb to the monster waves years ago. There's an interesting red-green foliage growing on the rocks there, almost like a type of seaweed. I must find out what it is.
These lovely stocky little Shetland ponies were grazing on the upper cliff in front of Lizard Lighthouse.
I love this one gazing melancholicly (if that's a word) out to sea. I christened him Heathcliffe, which I think is appropriate.
We didn't look around the lighthouse itself - it was just too nice a day to be inside - but the gate at least was pretty interesting. Stark, minimal, functional. Like the lighthouse itself, I suppose.