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One thing I love about travelling around the UK in the autumn is how different the landscape is.
It might mean packing rain jackets, hiking boots and thermal vests (or, if you’re me, wrap dresses and then panicking about the layering situation)- but there’s something quite dramatic (and cosy once you’re inside) about seeing choppy vast coastlines of grey ocean, endless fields of changing colours with fluffy grazing sheep, and postcard-like cottages with their windows lit up amber from the glow of something far warmer than what’s outside.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d probably rather be in shorts and dipping into the sea, but there’s something quite special and quintessentially British about seeing the country like this…
So with a day of exploring on the cards, we set off to see St. Michael’s Mount- somewhere I’d never properly seen before; and although we didn’t quite make it across the causeway (it was pretty busy and we should have been more organised and booked ahead)- there is something quite surreal about seeing it in real life- a blinking medieval castle, on an island, in the water, that you can only access during certain times of the day. Maybe it was a little close to Halloween for a visit after all. I mean, after a quick Google apparently a number of families live over there which is pretty cool- will report back on that one (as I’m sure that’s a Google search hole waiting to happen)!
We then bundled up and set off to Lizard Point- the UK’s most southerly point (and arguably quieter to visit than Lands End, which is never a bad thing). Although the weather meant a car picnic was on the agenda (thankfully there’s a couple of small sandwich spots which meant we could grab some cheese and crab packed lunches and shelter from the rain), the walk down was pretty special indeed.
With a misted lighthouse on the top of the hill (which, having watched The Lighthouse recently- added to the whole moody scene), and either side of the walk flanked by farmland, there are some stunning views once you reach the bottom (and some gorgeous walks too, if you fancy it). In the summer, Google brings up images of inviting turquoise sea, white sands and views for miles- so I can only imagine how gorgeous it is earlier on in the year too. And that’s the thing about the UK- although there’s something so glorious and ‘we could be anywhere!’ about it in the summertime, it also oozes something so storybook-like and dramatic when the seasons change too. Perhaps I’m being a little romantic about the fact it was, quite frankly, pissing it down and I was probably terribly dressed for the occasion- but if you can’t sprinkle things with a little bit of silly optimism when it rains, then when can you? I just know I’ll be bookmarking it for a return visit in a few months too!