Arrival
Only eight hours drive and we were ready to open the door to our rented apartment and flop down to enjoy the view. The navigation took us to a point at the top of the cliff overlooking Sennen Cove. Our rental instructions said bringing luggage was easier taking the steps down from Maria’s Lane, but we wouldn’t be able to park there. Well we could barely drive there. The navigation said ‘you’ve arrived at your destination’ but all we could see were entrances to private homes and down to the harbour. Our rental was one of a set of apartments. You can see the building in this picture, but we didn’t know that then.
Notice that there are houses above the building and below it, so no driving to the apartment. We walked around on top but all we saw was this view of dense vegetation and the tops of some buildings. No signs except one—To the Beach—>pointing helpfully down treacherous looking, uneven steps.
After some ‘discussion’ we drove back down, around and to the harbour where our rental instructions said we could park behind the public toilet block past the public parking lot. There would be a staircase up to the apartment ‘through the gap between the public toilets and the gig shed.
There are a lot of steps, the worst are the ranges of long, stretched out step that are not flat, but pitch so severely that standing upright I felt myself falling backward. There is a bench about two-thirds up, but when you don’t know how much further it will be, it’s not much comfort.
So luggage would be coming down from the top. It turns out the treacherous steps—to the beach—were where the bags had to travel. Down the steep incline; down the stretch where someone decided, ‘well, heck, there’s an outcrop of the cliff that’s almost flat, let’s skip putting in steps here’; down the steps with no railing but with running water—we got it all there eventually.
While it does seem worth it all for the view and the air I am thinking of just flinging clothing out the windows after wearing, hoping they will land somewhere near the car.
N.B. Just walked up from the harbour after dinner—at night when there is no view it’s harder to justify the wheezing and locked leg muscles.
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