Let’s go for a walk …

I haven’t taken you all for a walk in the Cornish Countryside for quite a while … so as I was out on just such a walk on Saturday and took a bunch of pictures I thought I’d share the walk with you today.

To be honest – you are going to miss out on the first bit… I hadn’t taken my camera out of the bag until we dropped down into the small town / large village of Gunnislake for a ‘pit-stop’ so that is where we will start. Gunnislake was at the heart of the Cornish Mining in the far South East of Cornwall in the 1800’s. On the side of the River Tamar and with (at that time) the first bridge across the river up from Plymouth Sound, it was a significant place anyway – the first point to cross over into Devon (other than by ferry-man) and the mines all around the area brought miners up from further down Cornwall as well as making miners out of locals.DSCF7216

This bit of history is ‘recognised’ by the statue of a miner sitting on a corner by the main road through the town as it plunges down to the river bridge. Here shown with one of the other walkers (trying to look like he belongs 🙂

DSCF7215DSCF7214Just to the right shows the typical street in this small town, with higgledy-piggledy terraced cottages.. and I couldn’t resist giving you a picture of their ever bizarre Pete and Di’s Bazaar – which always has an ‘eye-catching’ display, on the other side of the road.

Mr M plus Dog on the path
washed out stones along the way

From here we walked up the hill into Middle Dimson and from there dropped into a ‘hollow-way’ a path used by miners and labourers for a hundred odd years, almost completely covered over by trees and hedges, slightly sunken by the tread of many feet and the whoosh of rain water when it comes.

So much so that the ‘path’ underfoot looks more like a dry stream-bed than a path with so many tumbled rocks and stones, washed clear of the earth.

hart’s tongue fern
buckler fern

Perpetually shaded in summer it is the perfect location to find a multitude of ferns and mosses.

There was an abundance of liverworts along the places where water ran beside the track, but I didn’t photograph those I’m afraid.

At one point we stepped off the path to look at one of the abandoned mines that were the industrial workplaces back in the 1800’s.  Looking at the ruins surrounded by peaceful countryside, wrapped in trees and to the sound of the a tricking stream it is hard to conjure the sheer noise, smell and dirt of the bygone age in this area. DSCF7237DSCF7236

puff ball – burst : click to enlarge

Here you can see the remains of an engine house, where the great beam engine would pump up water to keep the mine ‘dry’  and the chimney, that took off the smoke from the boiler fire that ran the steam engine that moved the beam, is remarkably complete.

puff ball with hard ferns

Back on the path, and this being autumn the ground was scattered with seeds, beech mast, sweet chestnut (though with nothing in worth collecting in this year) acorns, berries from rowan and hawthorn and fungi – the most interesting of which were the puff-balls, small but burst open to allow the wind to suck out and scatter their spores

And that is where I’ll end this walk, mainly because my camera card was full (my main card having corrupted I’m using a small capacity one until I pick up another)

Have you been out to enjoy the Autumn scenery?

Where is your favourite walk?

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