This is an elemental beach, pure and wild. Today, it was at its best, the untamed breakers rolling in on a strong swell. It was just after high tide and as the beach revealed itself, the receding sea crashed in against the black rocks of the small headland. To the south, dark imposing cliffs hid the next cove, Mullion, from view, although its island could be seen out at sea. There are great cliff walks here and fabulous beaches to the north, all the way to Porthleven and beyond.
Leah’s love of the beach and her work on it.
Gary and Sarah, using the beach for a morning run, before enjoying it with their children.
The elemental majesty of Polurrian Cove, on an ebb tide.
It was a storm-tossed vista on the walk down to Polurrian Cove for this re-visit. The bay was white with foam, the mountainous surf completely blown out. The storms had clawed all the sand from the lower beach and were battering the headland, as I made my way along the beach. It was low tide and sea birds sheltered on the rocks by the beach. At the back of this deep beach, the soft cliffs had been gouged out and a lobster pot lay under the cliffs, brought in by the sea.
Peter’s times on this beach.
A wild scene at Polurrian Cove.
A misty morning and a rising tide greeted me, as I strode down the path from the Polurrian Bay Hotel to Polurrian Cove. From above, I could see the horses and riders exercising on the beach, a scene unblemished by time in this unspoilt environment. To stand on the western shore of the Lizard Peninsula and gaze out to the wide open sea is one of Cornwall’s rarest pleasures. You can be transported away, to a world of infinite possibilities, dreams and challenges, timeless and vital.
Karen and Ken enjoy the rhythms of the beach.
A misty, natural beach at Polurrian Cove.
It was a misty but mild morning for this re-visit to Polurrian Cove on the Lizard, but the sea was alive, with Atlantic breakers rolling relentlessly in on a rising tide. I was able to view the beach from the rocks on the headland also, a different perspective. For my interview, I walked up to Mullion village, where I chatted to artist Chand, at her ancestor’s grave in the ancient church of St Mellenus. Her work can be seen here. She explains her long family association with the Old Inn at Mullion.
With Chand, in the graveyard at St Mellenus Church in Mullion.
The Atlantic Ocean, rolling on to the beach at Polurrian Cove.
A view back to the beach, from a headland at Polurrian Cove.
Polurrian Cove is just round from Mullion Cove. It has no facilities and you approach by a gentle walk down from Mullion. It’s a great beachcomber’s beach. Polurrian Cove’s quite isolated and natural, which makes it a good contemplative place. I enjoyed this beach, an excellent low profile choice for a trip to appreciate the sea, rocks and sand.
I chatted to Sue, a sea glass jeweller who was collecting her raw materials after high tide at Polurrian Cove.
Down on the waterline at Polurrian Cove on the Lizard Peninsula.
The beach at Polurrian Cove on the Lizard Peninsula.