Folks say on a night like this with a South Wester blowing your very soul from ur body, you can hear the slow tolling of the church bells from the sunken lost land of Lyonesse.
Once a country beyond Land's End with fine cities and churches, but on a dark and stormy night the marauding sea swept over it, drowning man, woman and child, submerging the kingdom and their cries beneath the waves.
All that remained to view were the mountain peaks to the west, now known as the Isles of Scilly and the remains of a great city wall now called the Seven Stones where sailors still tell of dragging up windows and doors in their nets.
But be wary all yea, those that hear the bells of the lost land of Lyonesse are so mesmerized and bewitched by em they'd throw them self’s into the sea to be with the lost souls of that land and are never seen again!
I love visiting cornwall in the winter when it is as rough as hell, windy as hell and the sea is a monster, makes good viewing from land, would hate to be out on it, god only knows how them fishermen cope
I love visiting cornwall in the winter when it is as rough as hell, windy as hell and the sea is a monster, makes good viewing from land, would hate to be out on it, god only knows how them fishermen cope
batten the hatches, low flying pasties......
Most of the West coast of the UK takes a real battering - my favourite place is Rhosilli - seriously wild and windswept - not a tree in site!!! Nothing but 3,000 miles of Atlantic Ocean.....
Places like that just don't look "right" on a hot summers day but in the middle of winter - WOW!!!
My late Aunt was from Austria originally and whenever her relations came over I would take them to such places - they could never believe the wind - they thought it was cold in the alps until they came here!!!
