Author Archives: victoria hoffer

I left Lizard at the customary hour of 7:00 a.m. There is a formula. Whatever the stated distance, and no matter the difficulty, and no matter the exact time of departure, the most likely time of arrival will be 2:00 p.m. Hmmm, there was a boat there, but oh well: Rock formation: Thatched roofs areContinue reading “Sun all day”

Why is it that even if it should be impossible to go the wrong way I seem to be able to. First, heading out of town, then going too far inland. Neither of these errors added more than, say, a mile to the supposed total of 14, or was that 14.5? There was much gorgeousnessContinue reading “A little bit extra”

It started out to-day, and is forecast to do the same tomorrow, with a misty rain that is not really rain, but heavy foggy mist that gets you wet fast. This is no way as bad as torrential rain, so cannot complain except to say that no matter how light weight your rain gear is,Continue reading “Short day: 12 miles”

Forgotten from yesterday, but not completely forgotten, this may or may not be the stone formation called the Dancing Maidens. Let’s say it is. Apparently, there were these maidens who danced instead of going to vespers for which transgression they were turned to stone: The legendary giant blue adder? Remember! Always make an appointment withContinue reading “Yet another rest day”

Lots of navigating through, over, and around ROCKS, but gorgeous walking. See what you get to see? Not the destination, but a moment that gave pause to think: Indeed: This is why people are so upset with what Land’s End has become: To make sure you get the idea: The big red cone and theContinue reading “Porthcurno”

A day of mine visits, first to Greevor Tin Mine (not so old) and then Levant copper mine (old). You learn a lot about how the ores were extracted and the processes of refining and all that technical stuff, and it is all impressive, but some of the more day-to-day aspects grabbed my attention. PorContinue reading “Mines in Pendeen”

In Zennor, one awakes to the cock-a doodle-do of the rooster as opposed to the cry of the gull. Both avian creatures like to make themselves heard at about the same early hour. Pendeen, seven miles distant from Zennor—but eleven miles by the time I got through with it—is not a regulation stage, but IContinue reading “Off to Pendeen”

St Ives: The guy whose job it is to follow the street sweeping truck is carrying a whip (at least that it what it looked like). Better get out of the way: A fisherman: What this sign is saying—it is faint, after all, is that the fence us electric, so you had better carefully liftContinue reading “On to Zennor”

Rest day to day did not kick off withe a 20+ mile bike ride, but was spent museum-ing and arting. The sizable St. Ives Museum displays lots and lots items having to do with mining, ship building, ship traveling, agriculture, and other daily life sorts of things plus some clothing from the Victorian era andContinue reading “St. Ives rest day”

As I was going to St. IvesI did not meet the seven wivesOf one who charged so many livesBut may they journey on forever And here’s to them whatever the weather. An intense spot of colour on a grey morning: These cows, as you pass by them, stampede to meet you, but this morning, oneContinue reading “Going to St. Ives”