Season: summer
The village was quiet for the time of year, although it was early in the day and the coaches hadn’t arrived. Mousehole looked spectacular, the low tide allowing the seasonal boats to settle on the sand. As businesses opened up, there was a chance to look beyond the harbour wall and out towards St Michael’s Mount as the Scillonian passed on its way to St Mary’s on Scilly.
With harbour master Edwin by the beach in Mousehole.
Alison explains the sheer pleasure of the beach and the sea water.
A tranquil morning at low tide in Mousehole.
Season: spring
The aftermath of a stormy, south easterly wind, generally bad news for Mousehole, was still evident, combined with a high tide during this visit. Waves were breaking over the harbour wall, but there was also bright sunshine. The harbour felt like a haven as I watched The Scillonian ferry being buffeted en route to Scilly.
With John, who explains the appeal of the beach and its natural inhabitants.
The inner harbour at Mousehole, with St Michael’s Mount framed by its entrance.
Season: winter
Mousehole is a fishing village in West Cornwall, located just beyond Newlyn. It is popular with visitors, yet also has a strong fishing tradition. I enjoyed excellent fish n’chips by the harbour during my night-time visit to see the Christmas lights. All the facilities you could want are close by the attractive harbour, including art galleries, gift shops, restaurants and cafes, as well as two pubs.
My chat with Peter, working to support the Mousehole Lights at the harbour.
Chatting to local man Dan about life in West Cornwall today.
The Christmas Lights at Mousehole in Penwith.
Season: autumn
The Scillonian III was preparing to leave Penzance harbour for St Marys, as I passed on my way to Mousehole in the dark. The “great white stomach churner” would have a smooth passage today, as it was a flat sea that I looked out onto from the harbour entrance at Mousehole. The village was just waking up, lights still flickering in the harbour side cottages and the first catches of the day being landed. The rising tide was still low, the fishing boats pulling on the taut, raised mooring ropes that attached them to the harbour wall from their hard standing on the beach.
The rhythms of fortune as a fisherman in Mousehole.
The village wakes up in the morning.
Season: winter
Some of the remaining Christmas lights were piled in disarray at the end of the harbour in Mousehole, due to the last round of heavy storms. This seasonal visit coincided with a break in the sustained period of rain and storm-force weather that was gripping the region. Although it was high tide, the waves were temporarily benign. Evidence of the destructive power of the sea was all around, from smashed benches to the broken storm boards that had been ripped from the mouth of the harbour.
The importance of home to Keith.
A break in the stormy weather at Mousehole.
