The last of Cornwall & a dip into Devon

The last of the photos from Cornwall taken from Tintagel head. After fighting our way up the second set of stone steps, (which by the way almost face the first set ,previous post) we came out onto a beautiful undulating area covered with grasses and sedges, with the occasional wet area, the views where stunning, two photos in the previous post are taken from the top. A few Gulls appeared from the cliffs now and then, but I was more interested in the little brown flitty thing my Daughter had spotted, it turned out to be -----

Meadow Pipit (Anthus pratensis)

Meadow Pipit, and not only that but.

The pair were feeding young.

They are generally a bird of the uplands  and moorland building there nest in thick grass or heather, and usually lay 4-5 eggs and very often two broods. This a good thing as they are one of the favourite nests to be parasitized by the Cuckoo, it laying its egg in the nest. The newly hatched chick will then push out of the nest any Pipit eggs or young , and the Pipit parents rear it as one of their own.
    It is also  the pray bird for other upland birds such as Merlin and Hen Harrier, so yes two broods is good.

So who is this food for Pipit or young Cuckoo, its difficult, we like both birds.

We left Tintagel and headed along the coast calling at Port Isaac  , better known to millions of people around the world as Portwenn the home of Doc Martin the TV series, sadly only my Daughter took photos , and yes they are still on her camera.
    Our last port of call was a little village in Devon called Clovelly, and the straw that broke the camels back.

Main street Clovelly, in fact the only street Clovelly.

The steepest street in England is in Bristol, this however must  run a close second, as can be seen it is a narrow cobbled pedestrianised street. On approaching the village traffic is directed to two car parks one for locals and one for tourists, which are channelled towards a ticket booth and tourist shop. locals use their car park where they unload their shopping, load it onto a sledge (if there is too much to carry) and set off down the street.
   The village is privately owned and all tourist money goes to the upkeep of the village, at the bottom of the street is a beautiful harbour.

View from the end of the cobbled part of the street, but as can be seen its still a long way down to the harbour

Again terrific views.

Looking back up towards to top of the street well hidden amongst the trees.

And so after some lunch and a rest we set off back up the street, my Daughter exploring the occasional little off shoot alleyway, while I just kept plodding, eventually reaching the top and badly in need of oxygen.
                                                   THE END.
 PS.  and I'm still wearing an elastic bandage on my knee three weeks later for my effort.