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Black-backed gull, Cornish language, Dolly Pentreath, Giles, Little egret, Marazion, St Aubyn family, St Michael's Mount
It was time to cross another causeway. After all, it was nearly twelve weeks since I had driven across the one to Lindisfarne. But this time it was to be on foot.
For the first time this week, the view to St Michael’s Mount was clear as I set off along the Western Promenade in Penzance for Marazion and the causeway to the castle on Tuesday, 7th September. Booking ahead was imperative; entry would be denied without a pre-booked ticket. The attraction is run jointly by the National Trust and the St Aubyn family, who still own much of the island.
You are told to arrive at the gate of the castle at the time of your ticket, and to allow 15 minutes beforehand to cross the causeway, whether on foot when the tide is low enough, or by ferry. I was pleased to have allowed even more time than that, since the car park fee took time to pay, at one of those horribly complicated machines that wants to know all about you.
At the castle gate I appeared to get special, expedited, treatment. Was this because I was a National Trust member? Anyway, I was soon on my way to the visitor centre.
Then over to the wall for some views,
before starting the long, steep and difficult cobbled and/or stony upward trek to the ‘top’.
I amused myself looking for dolphins (unsuccessfully)
I also filled in the time reading about the castle on an app I had downloaded thanks to a QR code at the bottom of the steps. Annoyingly, that app is no longer on my phone. I suppose it’s possible that it could have auto-deleted as I left the premises, but, much more likely, I deleted it myself thinking I would have no more need of it, forgetting that it would be really useful in identifying my photos. My memory serves me poorly…
I do recall that this particularly appealed to me in a whole roomful of delightful drawings by Lady Catherine Someone.
The route led to an upper terrace
They’re still queuing down there on the lower terrace.
Despite the number of people there, the 15th century chapel, where a service is held every Sunday in the summer months, brought a sense of palpable calm.
I recall that the guide described this blue room as Strawberry Hill Gothic.
I could have spent a very long time in the maps room, and took photos of several of the exhibits. I limit myself to sharing just one of them.
In the same room was this cork sculpture of the island.
This is a portrait of Dolly Pentreath, said to have been the last person to have spoken only Cornish. (Though the next day was to moderate that claim in my mind – see two posts on in due course.)
At last there were no other people around for a short while, as I looked back along a corridor of pictures.
A room described as the Museum was closed for renovations, and the Garrison Room did not interest me too much. But a few more pictures towards the exit did. For colour and style…
… and for nostalgia: Giles, Vera and Gran!
When was looking, without success, to see if I could find any more detail about the castle’s contents on the internet, I came across this walk-through film lasting about 15 minutes.
The walk down the uneven path could have daunted me, but this time I had my walking pole with me. Without it, I would have found the descent a miserable experience. Once down, I was reminded that the ferry, which I was planning to take back for the sake of having a boat ride, would not be running until well after 2.00 pm, given the state of the tide.
Not really hungry after the very copious breakfast served by Alan and prepared by the unseen Sally at Chiverton House, (despite my taking neither sausage not bacon, nor any of the carbohydrate-packed offerings) I went to sit on the big lawn for a few minutes.
I usually try to avoid taking photos with people in them unless they are part of the story, but I think they add something here – others may disagree.
I was delighted to see a little egret on the near shore and zoomed in on it.
Having patronised the Island Shop, I then walked back to the car park. I saw no point in hanging on for more than hour just for the sake of having a short boat ride. The cobbles were not kind to sore feet,
so I cut off leftwards to take the hypotenuse back to my car. Sadly the ripple marks on the wet sand were almost as uncomfortable as the cobbles.
On the way to Marazion, I had noticed a signpost to an attraction I had added the evening before to my ever-increasing list of ‘Things I’d like to do’…
maryh said:
An excellent record of your visit – glad you had such lovely weather. It is obviously a very popular place to go, and one can see why from your pictures.
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Musiewild said:
You earn your pleasure!
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Washe Koda said:
Wow cool 😎 thanks for sharing these amazing shots 🙂
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susanpoozan said:
So glad you took your readers there, I have always wanted to visit and now never will so it was really helpful to have your take on what there was to see.
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Musiewild said:
Glad to have had you with me on my trip. I can’t see myself ever returning, and I’m happy to have it in my memories now.
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tootlepedal said:
I had a vague idea of St Michael’s Mount but it didn’t include a castle with interesting stuff in it. Thank you for educating me.
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Musiewild said:
Cornwall is an awfu’ log way from D and G – you’re most welcome Tom!
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Olive Simpson said:
Wow – what lovely pics and how lucky to get such wonderful weather for your visit – unlike the maker of the walk-through film. Great to see it close up and personal – many thanks for taking us along with you!
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Musiewild said:
Yes, that visit would have been wretched in the rain!
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Christine said:
Ce Mont St-Michel attire du monde tout comme l’autre !
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Musiewild said:
Mais c’est un peu moins grand (large), je pense !
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Christine said:
En effet, nettement plus haut, je pense !! Avec la différence d’un sommet abbaye et non pas château. Je ne l’ai visité que côté continent, avec une courte incursion au niveau des remparts du Mont, au moment des grandes marées d’équinoxe. Spectacle grandiose.
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Musiewild said:
I remember your photos.
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