If you park at the top of the hill, next to the big house with the turrets on the tower, then walk down the lane to Kings Cove early in the morning, I dare you not to feel the pioneering spirit of old that still hangs in the air at Prussia Cove. This is an extremely creative place, by turn inspiring and threatening. It was no surprise, then, when I ran across a member of the International Musicians Seminar, who pitch up to play together here twice a year, from all over the world. You can learn more about Jenna’s work at her website.
With musician Jenna, above Bessy’s Cove.
Atmosphere and drama, at Prussia Cove.
Looking west, just above the Lizard Peninsula, was the Atlantic Ocean, in all its splendour for this re-visit. I spoke to a fisherman, who emphasised the enhancing effect of the beach’s natural stimuli. The sun was out and all was well at the weekend.
With a fisherman, on the rocks by the Atlantic, explaining the pull of the sea and its sounds.
Looking out west to a fishing boat.
This part of the Cornish coast looks West from the Lizard Peninsula, located between Praa Sands to the South and Marazion to the West. Essentially a headland comprising Kings Cove, Bessy’s Cove and Piskies Cove, Prussia Cove has a tradition of derring-do and smuggling. There’s a walk down a lane from the car park, and no shops or toilets to be found down here. It’s a magical place, highly recommended.
A snapshot of Old Cornwall.