Halzephron Cove is a storm-lashed enclave on the west side of the Lizard, torn from the high cliffs by the Atlantic Ocean. Although it was a calm morning, gazing down into it provoked a chilling sensation. If you like your nature raw, this is the place for you. Others might prefer to just glimpse the cove, through the cloak of the tamarisk and pittosporum above, as they pass on their way along the South West Coast Path. I went round Halzephron Cliff to the relatively benign atmosphere at Dollar Cove for my interviews, although, as the name suggests, there’s a shipwreck tradition here too.
My chat with Julie, at Dollar Cove, next to Halzephron Cove.
What pulls John to the beach in the morning.
Gazing into the dark foreboding chasm that comprises Halzephron Cove.
The milder weather allowed me to focus on Halzephron Cove itself, looking down from the coast path above. There’s extremely dicey access, using a rope at times, down a ravine from above, so it’s mostly populated by adventurous surfers, who ride the Atlantic waves from here. Spring was showing wild flowers at their best on this visit.
Chatting to two walkers, above Halzephron Cove in the wind.
Halzephron Cove, seen from the coast path above.
Named after the Cornish “Als Yfferin” or “Hell’s Cliffs”, Halzephron Cove comprises one or two coves on the west side of the Lizard Peninsula in Cornwall. I chose to film a nearby inlet and one of the coves. All are extremely inaccessible, mostly a haven for seals and adventurous surfers. There is a pub, the Halzephron Inn, nearby.
The wild waves hitting the Cornish coast, on the Lizard Peninsula at Halzephron Cove.