…happened. It’s not news anymore, at least not if you’re in the UK, but I did enjoy a rather splendid afternoon, all the mud on the trails is now frozen solid… an opportunity not to be missed. And snow, there was snow.
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There’s something both beautiful and mystifying about these pics.
It shouldn’t be any different to a shot of yours from Patagonia … i guess it must be the dichotomy of seeing snow in Cornwall!
Magic!
hey, cheers for writing (and reading)… yes, i agree… snow here is so very unusual, and the white of the snow against the brilliant turquoise of the ocean here is really quite special. i would love it if it did this more often but i imagine it’ll be another 15 years, or more… Rain for the weekend. oh well!
Unfortunately I’m stuck in a bunker all day so couldn’t see any snow fall, just made the ride home avoiding abandoned cars. Good old Schwalbe studded tyres. Shame it was dark for me but your pics made it up for me!
oh balls, that’s a shame.. but your words do rather highlight the awesomeness of a bicycle! Hope you enjoyed the ride though! I don’t have any studded tyres – didn’t need them yesterday but would have done so today to get to the trails – but my mate does and has been having a fine old time on cross bike. It’s going to rain here tomorrow which is a shame, would’t have minded this sticking around into the weekend.
Hi, Good to see you back on the air. I remember trying to toboggan as a kid in the 40’s in Mevagissey or rather the valley slopes that bordered Portmellon but not having much joy on the inch or two of snow. Don’t have that problem here on Vancouver Island where snow is much less than the mainland but can still be 2 to 4 feet. Happy travels.
hey Ed, great to hear from you. Likewise re tobogganing on a scraping of snowflakes in the valley at Portmellon! 2-4feet is just right I reckon. The snowstorms that used to hit Montreal while I was living there were great fun.
By the way, when did the rock off Chapel Point get blown away, for that is what I assume happened. I used to give it a wide berth when bringing “Ibis” around the point to Mevagissey.
errrm.. i don’t know. not aware of any geological changes off chapel point.. it’s still shallow and best given a wide berth.
Yes, it was quite a substantial chunk , some 30 feet above high tide, it had ‘disappeared when I was there in 2000. I suppose it was recognized as a hazzard and rather than light it, took it out. We had a similar rock in a channel on the cruise route to Alaska they tunneled underneath from the shore, packed it with high explosive and “WHAMMO” — rock gone.
Me Again, If you are browsing the quays of Meva. ask one of the old guys if he remembers it. I guess it only us “Old Fogies’ who would recall it.
oh I will ask, I’m quite intrigued!