We visited St Michael's Mount on our last trip to Cornwall eight years ago and it was one of the most unexpectedly magical places I have been
to. On that occasion it rained, we got there late and had to
see it in a rush. One of my most beloved
memories however is running back from the island to the mainland as the water
rose and the path became submerged to our knees. My mum and sisters wading back with me, hubby
ahead of us with a little boy (Little Man and Gorgeous) under each arm and
Little Lady already back on the other side, sitting like a cat on a rock watching
us with a smirk.
We decided to go back for the first day of our holiday this spring. On this occasion, it was cloudy and cold and it also happened to
be Easter Sunday. So we got to the beach
to be told that the monastery and shops would be shut but that we could still go
across. I was just grateful to see the sea.
We took the stroll across the
beach and over the cobbled path to St Michaels Mount. The kids complained
it was cold and Darling announced she didn't like beaches.
We clambered around the harbour
walls, took pictures, walked around the island a little and walked back as we
saw the water rising.
It is a beautiful and unique place, but we didn't pick the best day to
see it. I hope to come back some day and
spend a good few hours on a sunny day with my husband or sisters, minus moaning
children.
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