Alastair Humphreys came up with a concept he called the 'Micro Adventure'. Inspired by his ideas, I have embraced the chance to get out after work, and take to the wild between the hours of 5pm and 9am.
We parked up in a small port called Porthgwarra. A cluster of about five houses and a very steep slip way. This little gem has bags of character and very little traffic. You can even walk through tunnels carved through the cliffs.
The far west of Cornwall is a wild and rugged coastline. Huge granite cliffs drop swiftly down into the sea, caves galore and you can nearly always count on a bit of swell for excitement.
We set off in a nice small rolling swell from the south and enjoyed the fresh air and freedom. There's something about heading out for the night, that I love. I'm not sure whether it's the relief of leaving real life behind for just a moment, or whether I just love being immersed in nature.
After a short paddle around the coast we looked at a small beach tucked up under the cliffs, it may be possible to lad trough the breaking waves, but I didn't recon it would survive a high springtide without getting washed out. So we carried on round to Porthcurno which even luckier for me, had very little breaking waves (not my forty). We pulled up on the white sandy beach after the tourist had all gone home, all that was left were hundreds of footprints in the sand from the days visitors. We had the beautiful view looking across to Logan Rock, all to ourselves. The sky went pink as the dusk drew in, but we lit our fire and feasted on barbecue burgers, washed down with a little cider.
Feeling warm infront of our campfire we caught up and reminisced about the old times. No distractions but the flickering of the fire, and gentle crashes of the breaking waves. Night fisherman came and went and even the occasional star popped out.
When the last of our wood ran out, the flames died down and the autumn nights chill started to set in. The tarp was strung between our boats, and we crawled into our warm sleeping bags for the night. We woke in the morning to a very calm sea and lots of rain. I was glad that we opted for the tarp after all.
Only a dog and its owner strolled along the freshly tide wiped sand. Too early for the tourists we braved a swim in stunningly clear but cold water, it certainly woke us up! Drank coffee and pack up all the gear. Wet sand seemed to stick to EVERTHING and I knew it would be a nightmare to clear up later, but it would easily be worth the adventure.
Before we had to head back to civilisation, we took a little detour around the coast. Played in a small tidal race and kept our eyes peels incase of a hump back whale sighting (several in cornwall this summer).
With schedules to keep to we reluctantly headed back to the sheltered cove at Porthgwarra. Big smiles and ready to take on the day.
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