Silver sea

Magic diamonds
lights the cove

Time to stand and stare

Whilst clouds hover
up above

A wild, wonderful place

Granite houses and streets

Beautiful when the sun shines

Shelter when the wind blows

Flaming yellow gorse frames the fields

Birds sing as the days lengthen

And the breeze whispers of sunny days to come

Jagged rocks as a pointer

The buildings on the hill

We sit and we loiter

They remain oh so still

St. Michaels Mounts sits in the bay

Whilst waves roll forward

They rush in our way

And clouds puff over and ahead

Warm and sunny

Standing firm and strong

Visited by walkers

No miners no more

Sandy Cove

Ding Dong Mine

Sennen Cove

St Michaels Way Coast to Coast

Clouds hurry by as the waves roll in

North Coast sandbanks, as golden as the day

Tempt us to linger and stray from the Way

The sunset dazzles

The stack dominates

Does it remembers the miners

As it looks over the moor?

Sharp, crisp morning

All’s ready

Boats, pots sit and wait

Ready and willing to go to sea

Kynance Cove

Racing with the wind

Flying with the surf

Towards the Mount

Exhilarating

Rolling down the valley

To the sea

Clear water fed through granite bounders

Past green and pinks that colour the banks