According to ancient Maori mythology at the northernmost tip of New Zealand – Cape Reinga – the spirits of the dead travel on their journey to the
afterlife to leap off the headland, and climb the roots of the
800-year-old pohutukawa tree and descend to the underworld to return to
their traditional homeland of Hawaiki, using the Te Ara Wairua, the ‘Spirits’ pathway’.
In true British style, Land’s End (or in Cornish: Penn an Wlas or Pedn an Wlas) is a headland and holiday complex near Penzance where tourists flock to witness the Western most point of the UK and enjoy a cream tea.
And it is one of the reason why I love this country.
Parking our silver stallion and admiring the standing stones (the Cornish countryside side is almost littered with Druidic stone circles such as the Merry Maidens, Dans Maen, or Stone Dance in Cornish: a story of nineteen maidens dancing on a Sunday who were transformed into stones.) we strode into the Land’s End complex of buildings.
Struggling a little against the wind (the theme running through our entire trip) we huddled between wind gusts, to be rewarded with a rather gorgeous view completely devoid of tourists.
This did make me giggle a little. Peering at the sign on the other side of the terrace…
…I jolted to realise just how close I was to the ‘dangerous cliffs’ thanks to trying to read the sign.
Of course we almost became sails, trying to pose in from of the infamous signpost. And it was absolutely 100% worth it.
Just a little way from home then…
Out to sea the waves thundered with a might worthy of Neptune or Poseidon, and reminded me of the many fantasy novels I have read over the years. You could almost see him perched in the foam, trident in hand and chariot awaiting his very whims.
So we wandered into the hotel for a cream tea. Of course.
At times I feel like I’m not a normal travel blogger, but then I’m not necessarily a normal traveler. Give me romance-woven stories, ancient tales and ruins to imagine past civilisations in, not to mention a lovely glass of wine at the end of the day, and I am happy.
Oh, and a posing Dalek, that’s fairly awesome too.
Leaving Land’s End, due to check-in at the Scarlet Hotel near Newquay, we couldn’t resist a whilstle stop visit to the ‘Famous First And Last Inn In England’ that we had spotted on the roadside.
…and found pirates, because Cornwall.
This is what has captured my soul, that personal discovery of long ago history – even the myths tarted up for tourists.
Have you been to the westernmost point of the UK yet?
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