At Madron we walked along a leafy pathway to find the ancient holy well and Celtic Chapel. Beside the well was a tree hung with hundreds of ribbons and pieces of material which people still leave with their prayers. I hadn’t known to bring anything, but plaited some bracken fronds as my offering.
The roofless stone chapel has been dated to the 14th century and may be even earlier. The well was sacred to the Mother Goddess before gaining Christian overtones and the chapel may have been an Anchorite’s cell.
Garvin dropped us at Marazion, and Louise, Stephen, and I walked across the cobbled causeway to St Michael’s Mount.
With free entry via my NZ Historic Places Trust card I climbed all the way up to the castle and admired views and stately rooms. By the time we were ready to leave the tide had risen. We saw a few hardy souls walking the causeway with water up to their knees but we chose to take the short ferry ride back.
Dinner was at the Coldstreamer in Gulval behind Penzance. This gastro-pub had been renamed for a scion of the local Bolitho family killed in the war. Walking around the small village we saw lots of Cornwall cats. In the pub several people had brought their well-behaved dogs. The one next to us lay under the table and gazed longingly at our dinners. I had cod and mussels. The mussels were tiny, about a quarter the size of N.Z. ones with a mild flavour.
“The causeway leads to Michael’s Mount
More cobblestones than I could count.”