The trek up to St Michael's Mount
If the tide's in, you'll want to take a ferry to save your clothes from getting wet and yourself from looking foolish by being the only one swimming over. To get to the ferry, simply follow the stone path toward the big rock formation and you'll come out right here.
The tide schedules are easy to find, so we knew that by the time we were finished, we'd be able to walk back on the really cool stone causeway. Once at the top we could see the path start to appear. By the time we'd finishing poking around the island for a few hours, the tide was completely out, following that ebb and flow thing that seems to run life.
You reach the castle via old steep historic cobbled steps that are pleasantly worn and crumbling. Did I mention steep? No wheelchairs or crutches need apply. No whining allowed. This is history dammit, and if it takes a year off your heart and knees, so be it. We join the countless before us to make the pilgrimage to the top—our cause less for religious purposes, more hellbent on pleasure seeking.
The story goes that eons ago there was a nasty giant that wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting souls in the area, and that a boy named Jack did away with this giant by trapping him in this well. I for one am having a hard time believing this because it sounds so suspiciously like another Jack/Giant tale.