Promptly at 8:30 am, we hear the light tapping on the door. We were beginning to love Debbie and couldn't wait to see what goodies she had brought us. It was sort of like waiting for Santa! She never disappointed us.
This was our last day to explore Cornwall and we had a lot of ground to cover. We headed off to the Minack Theatre but missed our turn so we shifted our itinerary around and drove on to Penzance. There wasn't much there to see so we hopped on a bus that took us to Mousehole.
While waiting at the bus stop in Penzance, Hank struck up a conversation with an elderly lady. She was from Brighton and told us she goes to Mousehole about twice a year to have tea with a friend. During their very indepth conversation, she told us that she was 8 years old when the London bombing occurred. When the bus arrived, Hank, the gentleman that he is, stepped up and helped her board.
At the end of the trip, when discussing high points of the trip, Hank said this was one of his high points.
After returning from Mousehole, we once again embarked on the wrong side of the road and headed towards the Minack Theatre. The idea for the theatre was born when Rowena Cade, who lived in Minack House at the top of the cliff back in the early '30s, decided to create a place for local drama enthusiasts to perform Shakespeare’s The Tempest. She and her gardener moved endless granite boulders and earth, creating the stage and the lower terraces of the theatre. Naturally, its evolved over time to include the latest technology in sound and lights.
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| Dress Researsal During Our Visit |
Its an amazing ampitheater overlooking the Atlantic ocean!
Last but not least, we drove to St. Michaels Mount. We arrived just in time to gain entrance to the castle before it closed at 4 pm. The guard told us that if we hurried, we might just make it. It wasn't quite low tide, so we quickly removed our shoes and socks, rolled up our pants legs, and waded across the rock causeway to the island. Only at low tide is the causeway completely above the water.
St. Michaels is managed by both the National Trust and the St Aubyn family. The St Aubyn family gifted most of the island and the causeway to The National Trust in 1954, and is responsible for its conservation and upkeep. The St Aubyn family, have lived in the castle since the 1650s and still do so today. They run the Mount day to day and open it to the public.
When we got over to the castle, the doors had been closed. We were out of breath from running and I guess the attendants felt sorry for us because they came out and told us we could go in.
Last but not least, we drove to St. Michaels Mount. We arrived just in time to gain entrance to the castle before it closed at 4 pm. The guard told us that if we hurried, we might just make it. It wasn't quite low tide, so we quickly removed our shoes and socks, rolled up our pants legs, and waded across the rock causeway to the island. Only at low tide is the causeway completely above the water.
St. Michaels is managed by both the National Trust and the St Aubyn family. The St Aubyn family gifted most of the island and the causeway to The National Trust in 1954, and is responsible for its conservation and upkeep. The St Aubyn family, have lived in the castle since the 1650s and still do so today. They run the Mount day to day and open it to the public.
When we got over to the castle, the doors had been closed. We were out of breath from running and I guess the attendants felt sorry for us because they came out and told us we could go in.
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| From St Michaels Mount towards the causeway at low tide |
At least the walk back was dry!
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| An undulating pathway to the castle! |
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