We have to leave the gorgeous comfort of Lou’s luxury self catering cottage at Tregiffian and head back to the north, but today is actually St Piran’s Day – the national(!) saint’s day of Cornwall. There were parades and all sorts in Penzance on Saturday, and today there’ll be a lot more pasties consumed than usual in St Just and indeed across Cornwall.
This is one of the old mine sites that Lou took us to when we came this far west in the first place, it’s at Botallack, and while it looks wonderfully romantic now, the thought of working in the horrendous conditions that the miners endured back then sends a shiver through me. At this place, which is on the north coast and has a great little pub called the Queen’s, ironically run by two gays, there was a disaster when the crazy cart that carried them down to the first level broke free sending a dozen or so miners crashing down the near 45 degree slope to their death – grim!
On a brighter note, they all had St Piran’s Day as a holiday and there’d be drinking and eating in all the streets of all the towns and villages with mining at their core.
Neither of us have any desire to leave here today. But alas we must – we have to earn the money to pay for our crazy indulgence.