Mullion
We kicked off day three in Mullion. Now, finding parking can sometimes feel like a treasure hunt, and boy did we miss the X marking the spot. We went straight for the huge, paid car park before discovering the nearby free one. Note to self: always scout for those free spots before parting with your precious coins.
We began our jaunt downhill, only to immediately double-back uphill towards the Lizard Nature Reserve. Let’s just say it was more ‘slog’ than ‘stroll.’ But don’t be disheartened! The view from the top was a jackpot of panoramas, making the huffing and puffing all worth it. There’s a point when you get to a stone cross and as you look around you see the views for the first time. The route took us through a quilt of heathland and farmland, eventually leading us to spectacular cliff-side views. As we neared Mullion, we eyed up XX rock, complete with a tantalizingly inaccessible pool. It’s like the forbidden fruit of sea pools!
Our path eventually meandered down into Mullion Cove, a picturesque fishing harbour that could easily be a postcard. We decided to treat ourselves to a feast at the Halzephron Inn, because why not?
Quick Stats:
Five miles. One big hill up, one big hill down. Almost completely off-road. Views that’ll knock your socks off.
Destined for the book? Absolutely. I did have a moment where Kynance seemed like a potential contender, but let’s be real, the parking there is a nightmare and it’s already hogging the limelight. Mullion and Coverack deliver plenty of thrills on the Lizard.
Porthcurno
Feeling stuffed and slightly sluggish after our Halzephron Inn feast, we gathered ourselves for the second leg of the day. Steve and Agatha looked about as thrilled as cats heading for a swim. We’d been pounding the pavement for three days straight, and our dear Agatha, despite being a lively Springer, is on the ‘senior’ side of her dog years.
We parked at Treen, fully refuelled and ready for round two. This time the path was a bit more of a rollercoaster, with ups and downs aplenty but even more spectacular scenery. From Treen we blazed a trail to Logan’s Rock, then strolled along the coast path to Porthcurno, gazing at the breathtaking Pend Vounder beach below us. As we had Agatha in tow, we didn’t venture down – I’ve heard tales of a tricky path, and I wanted to scope it out first. But rest assured, I’ll conquer it one of these days.
At Porthcurno, I decided to take a spontaneous dip – my first of the year, believe it or not. In a moment of ‘why the heck not,’ I swapped my walking gear for knickers and Steve’s t-shirt (sorry, Steve), using the dog towel to dry off. The Porthcurno beach, nestled between cliffs and overlooked by the world-renowned Minack theatre, is a sight for sore eyes.
After a quick change back into our trekking gear, we faced a monstrous climb up the steps to the Minack Theatre. If you have the time, do pop in – or better yet, catch a performance. Once we regained our breath, we rewarded ourselves with ice cream (naturally) and then meandered along the coast path towards XX holy well. Rumour has it there’s a ruined chapel around here, but ‘ruined’ is an understatement. All that remains is a charming stream tumbling down the rocks.
Our final stretch took us through open fields, with the path cutting through the crops and back to the car.
Quick Stats: x miles. Lots of ups and downs. Two glorious beaches one very hard to access, one easy. Great views.
Going in the book? Oh yes!
