Season: autumn
This was a fascinating visit to a thriving Cornish fishing village. Everything is crowded around the harbour in Mevagissey, with a small beach in the corner. I arrived just as a new fishing boat had unloaded a good haul of Cornish sardines, so I was able to film a chat with both the harbour master and the boat’s skipper. The return of the pilchards seems like good news for Mevagissey and the mood was upbeat. There is parking in the middle of the town, so it’s best to access the village from the north. I particularly recommend the Mevagissey Museum at the left hand end of the harbour.
An interview with Hugh, the harbour master at Mevagissey.
Fishing skipper Peter, after a hard day’s night, is back in Mevagissey harbour with a full hold.
Evidence of a beach in the corner of the harbour at Mevagissey.
A view of the harbour from the outer breakwater.
With Trevor, fishing on the outer harbour wall at Mevagissey.
For me the beach means a diverse mix of smell, sensation, noise and taste :
-the smell of sea air
-crashing waves
-cry of gulls
-fine spray of ocean water
-clumps of seaweed
-home made pasties.