It’s Black and White Sunday again, the week has flown by. Paula thinks that landscapes are everyone’s favourite theme, well I’m not sure that I agree, I find them quite difficult, especially in black and white.
My entry this week is an image of Aphrodisias, an ancient Greek city in central Anatolia.
The city was named after the Greek goddess of love in the second century BC, but it’s long been a sacred site. It’s believed that neolithic people worshipped the mother goddess nearly six thousand years earlier. It’s less visited than Ephesus, but is far more interesting, especially with its connection to the sacred feminine.
Daisy’s first walk for a week!
Poor little Daisy has had a bad back, so she hasn’t been allowed out, or up and down steps. She’s happiest when she’s sniffing around, disappearing in the undergrowth in the woods, or dancing around the park, so she’s been feeling sorry for herself. I think she’s come out in sympathy with Jo!
Paula’s Thursday Special this week is twilight. I wasn’t going to post this week, because any photos I take at twilight tend to be beside the sea or river, and I’ve posted similar many times. But, I had a quick flick through and decided I like this shot of the Exe, taken at 9pm close to the longest day in June.
You have until Thursday to join Paula’s challenge, meanwhile she has a gorgeous twilight photo of Florence.
Paula’s Black and White Sunday theme is macro this week. My photo isn’t really macro, just close up and I’m never too sure about flowers in black and white, are you? Still it is in decay so perhaps that helps/.
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Tintagel in north Cornwall is a little village with a big story, it has long been associated with King Arthur. One of the first buildings you come across as you walk down the main street, is the Old Post Office. Dating from the 14th century,this grade 1 listed former manor house became a post office in the 19th century. It’s now looked after by the National trust. I was trying to avoid people, so it’s hard to see the wavy shape of the roof.
The village is one of the most visited places in Cornwall and hence has many touristy souvenir shops.
A late start and an attempt at stopping in Boscastle, unsuccessful because of a lack of parking places, had led to empty tummies, but we managed to resist the lure of fudge! Instead we found the King Arthur’s Arms,
and had a tasty pub lunch. It was wonderful to be able to sit outside, in full sun even though it was October. All fuelled up we walked down the village, perhaps a hundred yards in the direction of the sea, and took a left turning from the road.This is the lane that leads to the coast path and the castle.
The track continued down towards the sea, but we took the footpath leading to the cliffs. It’s too late for the Thrift this year, the pink flowers will be back next spring, meanwhile the lichens and mosses cling on.
Across in the distance was the way to the castle, an English Heritage site. If we were earlier we might have had time to justify the entry cost of £8 each, but for an afternoon stroll we preferred the peace of the hill.
Through the narrow gap at the top of the path, the view opens up of the footbridge leading to the castle.
We’ve made it up the hill though, and so have they, how clever bringing their own seats.
Never mind we’ll walk on. It isn’t very far along the top and should you prefer driving there’s a car park at Glebe cliff, that I think is National Trust. From there you could walk east towards the castle, and enjoy the views while avoiding any climbs.
It’s a great place for dog walking, Dido and Daisy were happy.
We left the sea behind to look in the church, and there were more stone walls.
I’m sharing this walk with Jo, visit her Monday Walks to see where her other friends have been this week. Mine is a mere two miles, but worth it if you’re in the area and you can always walk the whole of 630 miles of the South West Coast Path while you’re here.
The village of Tintagel in Cornwall has long been associated with myth and magic. This is after all where the legend of King Arthur and the knights of the round table originates. One legends says that the infant Arthur was thrown onto the beach at Tintagel and rescued by Merlin, beside whose cave Arthur landed.