We decide to walk along the cliff path to the restored mill,
a different direction from the way we went previously. Looking down on the
spectacular jagged rocks and steep-sided coves made us realise that it wouldn’t
do to slip off the path.
En route, we pass a rock housing
a cormorant colony where they are feeding young. You’ll have to take my word
for it as the birds look tiny on the photo, but we could see them clearly
through binoculars.
Before turning inland to the mill, we arrive at Miller’s
Point.The house on the Point, in the photo below, is run by the lighthouse and
coastguard authority according to the sign on the gate. It has a great perspective
along the coast, but no evidence of a light or coastguards, so maybe it’s a
home for retired lighthouse keepers.
Now we’re at the restored mill. It’s set in an idyllic green
valley with the wheel slowly revolving. The wheel is large and slender, more
like one of a set of gigantic wheels on an ancient machine that plods its way
through the undergrowth belching smoke and steam.
Inside it’s been nicely restored with cogs going round
operating a millstone, as restored mills do, but this one had an unusual
feature- the miller’s bed, with what looks like a guest appearance of the
miller’s ghost.
We returned via easier inland tracks to the campsite. Our thoughts
about the dangers of the rocks and coves became fact a few days later. Sat
outside the caravan, we heard emergency vehicles heading for the beach; minutes
later a helicopter sped over. We then saw it hovering somewhere to the right of
the beach over the rocks.
We walked down to the beach to see what was happening.
Clearly a rescue was in progress.
The helicopter circled many times around the the beach and into
an adjacent cove that was cut off by the sea. The winchman went down, and each
time a survivor was brought out. It was flying of the greatest precision as the
blades were close to the cliff.
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