After leaving the Lost Gardens of Heligan (which is close to St. Austell) we took a little side trip to the village of Mevagissey (to look at the boats, of course) and then headed north for Tintagel.

 

 

Saturday we visited Boscastle, intending to stay there only a short while. But the scenery was so nice that I had to return to the car park and buy another ticket so we wouldn't get clamped. About two weeks after we visited, Boscastle was the scene of an incredible flood. Many of the buildings pictured below were extensively damaged as a torrent of water washed cars and buildings down to the sea.

 

Strip mining along the coast has left this strange sight.

This building reminded me of the verse about the crooked man who owned a crooked house. This must have been it. I wonder what it looks like now, since it was right in the path of the flood.

You can see how a cloudburst right over the town would have caused flooding. But it must have been a Texas-size storm.

This is the stream that flooded---not more that three or four feet wide normally. The TV news showed pictures of cars being washed over this bridge.

Hiking up the hill that overlooks Boscastle harbor brings views of interesting rock formations. As usual there's never a geologist around when you need one.

Like, how did these white rocks get mixed in with the black stuff?

And how do rocks get folded like sheets of paper like this...

and this?

But rocks weren't the only interesting things to look at. There was stuff growing---even a spider web.

On the way back to our car we ran into a Morris dance group performing in the square in front of....

the Witchcraft Museum. That might account for their apparel which deviated somewhat from the white that most Morris dancers wear.

Evidentally witchcraft isn't a crime in England any more.

Even the kids got into the act.

Ann had heard about some stone age stone carvings of labyrinths close to Boscastle, so we walked down Rocky Valley and found them.

Two carvings, side by side

this is the other.

The scenery made the hike worthwhile, even without the labyrinths.

"Rocky Valley" seemed an appropriate name.

Look who was hiding in the rocks!

At one time the valley had been the site of a mill.

And the old mill stone was still there.

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