This is the warning that greats you at the start of the path. I'm pretty sure able-bodied needs a hyphen. Also, what's with the left arm and leg of the guy being decidedly bigger than the right; did someone decide that as the left side is closer to us, it should be bigger? So they care about perspective but not grammar? I don't understand sign makers.

This is heather (the pinkish-purple) and the yellow is....gorse, I believe. Whatever it is it's beautiful and blows gently in the wind and looks soft but isn't at all.

Hard to believe there's an outdoor theater down here.

We finish the walk at Porthcurno, famous for the Minack Theatre, which was literally built into the cliffs back in the early 30s. (Click photo to visit their site.)

The Minack was the brainchild of this woman, Rowena Cage. Rowena and her gardener Billy Rawlings carted granite boulders and wheelbarrowed earth to create the lower terraces of the theatre. Most of the theatre is made of concrete, mixed up on site with the tons of sand that Rowena and Billy (and later others) hauled up from the beach.

By the time we finish the hike it's turned into a cold, rainy, blustery day and we care much more about food and drink than history on the cliffs.

And we sit here drying out, sipping hot drinks, admiring the view and feeling mighty proud of ourselves. Down to the left is Porthcurno Beach, which we will soon climb down to (it's probably "to which we will soon climb down" but that sounds rather fussy) and officially end the day's walk.

Heading down to the beach and the path to the bus stop.

The water is frigid but refreshing on our weary feet.

It's turns windy and rainy again and we head up the hill to catch our bus home.