Laid out in front of me was the aftermath of the previous evening’s storms. Boulders were strewn over the road and beyond. This beach has National Trust parking and is a haven for fair weather visitors, but there is equal majesty off season, nature in all her forms at this melting pot. Even as the debris was being cleared, the sun broke through and another fine day began, at this idyllic corner of North Cornwall.
Viv, from the National Trust, surveys the storm damage.
The calm after the storm.
A misty gown cloaked Port Quin for this morning re-visit. I walked out to the headland and the site of Doyden Castle, with its remaining Victorian tower. The greys, whites, blues and blacks fused together on the horizon, with the Rumps to the west and Port Isaac round to the east. Looking back along the narrow, peaceful inlet towards the hamlet of Port Quin on a high tide, it was hard to imagine this as the scene of shipwrecks in the past.
Theresa’s enduring affection for this inlet and its familiarity to her.
Looking back towards Port Quin, on a high tide.
To catch the evening light, I added Port Quin to my itinerary for April 10th, knowing that there’d also be a full tide, compared to the low tide for my last visit. I walked along the path to the mouth of the cove, for a breathtaking view back to the slipway, as well as west towards the Rumps. It was well worth the trip.
A visiting couple appreciate the light and more…
Port Quin at high tide, from the slipway.
Port Quin is an unspoilt cove, just west of Port Isaac, and makes up the second of the manonabeach® “Port…” trilogy of visits. This is a great location to start a South West Coast Path walk. I would describe the section from Port Quin to Port Isaac as one of the most beautiful sections of the entire walk, although it’s hard on the calf muscles. I was on the beach at low tide to enjoy the caves there and to chat with Sam, who runs a kayak and coasteering school, part of his family’s diversification from farming. There are no shops here, but the scenery is breathtaking.
My chat with local man Sam, who is the 4th generation of his family at Port Quin.
The cove at Port Quin and one of its beach caves.