Day Fourteen: Sennen Cove to Mousehole

By Lamorna

The wooded cove comes as a surprise. We walk through the gate, a portal into a magical woodland world. An earthy tang pervades the air, a rich spiciness.

Dappled sunlight dances all around, a natural disco ball created by the leafy canopy above. It mimics the glinting sea, a verdant underwater grotto.

Midges dance in the dusky light, motes of dust caught in a singular shaft of sunlight. Velvet blankets of moss cover every tree trunk. We follow the brook down to the beach, a mass of smooth rounded pebbles the size of my torso.