Some of you may remember this photograph taken recently by a visiting friend from America. You may have also seen this post where I tell you that only a few minutes after stepping off the plane in Cornwall for the first time to meet John face to face, he brought me to this magical place.
Even in February it was obvious that Bedruthan Steps was spectacular with its jagged rocky face extending into the sea and the cliffs with signs that warned walkers not to go too close the edge, but allowed one to decide where the edge was for themselves.
Because we usually visit this location on the anniversary of that first meeting, it is generally windy and cold and while you can go down the hill behind us in the picture and up the other side, there is a locked gate during many months of the year when the steps behind it are considered too dangerous and slippery for people to climb up and down.
Two days ago we arrived with my sister Margaret and found the gate unlocked. It was my first time to walk on the beach at Bedruthan Steps and not a memory I am likely to forget. Here are some pictures from that beach walk.
Going slowly, we make our way carefully down the steep steps.
Here is a hazy look back at the steps after we reached the beach.
This gorgeous golden sand was everywhere.
John climbing through the rocks to reach another beach.
More people followed us through the opening. I like the informal triangular point they lined up into without knowing. Margaret is in the center with her camera raised.
Off they go back through the opening leaving us alone on the beach once again.
Here’s a windblown sister snap taken by John.
Leaving only our footprints behind we go back to the other side as well.
Dogs were everywhere and all seemed well-behaved and happy to have their time in the sun.
This is a classic Margaret pose with her weight balanced just so and her camera in hand.
A little kiss of thanks before we go for introducing me to this lovely place.
Then it’s back up the steps we go with John leading the way.
Here is a shot from the top of the stairs.
Here is one of John with Margaret behind him coming up even more steps on the way back to the car.
Ugh! We … are … almost … there … whew!
Taking a last look back, you can see where the first photo was snapped down near the wall and the group of people standing there. (click to enlarge) I hope I didn’t overwhelm you with photos today, This is only a few of the photographs from our time on the beach and it was difficult to choose which told the story best so I went with more rather than less.