My Favourite Walk: Chapel Porth Valley, St Agnes

 

 

I have been walking down and up the valley to Chapel Porth for over forty years. Not continually, of course, but at least once or twice a year and frequently more. Without question this gentle perambulation is my favourite in all the world. It offers dazzling light and dappled shade, cool stillness and bracing breezes. There are scenes of great beauty contrasted with lingering traces of man’s despoilation amongst the fields, woods, gardens, heaths and granite rocks. I don’t want to imagine the day when I am no longer able to navigate the rocky paths and boggy patches where countless springs cross the way. The valley has a the most extraordinary microclimate, allowing fuchsias, myrtles, gunnera and pittosporum to run riot, whilst native plants grow as if they were on steroids.

 

Fern fronds emerging into bright sunlight

 

Until the late 19th Century, the lower end of Chapel Porth valley was dominated by tin mines. The valley floor was used for the processing of tin ore, powered by water from the fast-flowing stream. Even now the brutal scars of industrial activity are evident in the ruined engine houses and pointed grids protecting disused mineshafts. Where water rises from the mines it is often heavily tainted by rust from corroding iron ore deposits.

 

A farm track at the start of the walk

 

The walk begins at my sister’s house in Goonvrea Road. This modest little bungalow was built by my grandfather on a plot of land that overlooked my grandmother’s family home, across the fields at Presingoll Farm. Most cottages in St Agnes are fronted by a garden protected by a Cornish hedge. These are usually planted with an abundance of tender exotics such as lampranthus, osteospermum, senecio, anthemis and phlox. Untended since my grandmother passed away, my sister’s walls are now adorned with a naturalised mix of primroses, common dog violets and crocosmia. Having crossed with garden flowers, the primroses display a wide range of pretty flower colours from yellow to deep pink.

 

Primroses, Goonvrea Road

 

The off-road section of the walk begins just below a property named Lamorna. The large black and white ‘Tudorbethan’ house, built in the 1920s, once belonged to one of many great aunts. It then became a hotel before falling into disrepair. On the house’s foundations a steel, slate and glass box is being raised by the current owners. The only reminder of the fine old house is two magnificent umbrella pines. Hopefully they will go on to lend the new property some sense of place.

 

Spring verdure

 

At first the path leads between high hedgerows and a procession of chocolate-box country cottages. No longer humble rural dwellings, most of these cosy properties have been updated to provide comfortable living for folk who appreciate the quiet life. There are at least two I would give my eye teeth to live in, not because of the houses themselves, but the opportunities their sheltered, sunny gardens offer for good gardening.

 

My favourite cottage, perfectly secreted in the deepest part of the valley

 

Whilst the family pack walked ahead, I stopped a while to listen to the bees browsing a profusion of blackthorn blossom. It’s all too easy to just keep going, chatting away and taking photographs, and not stop to listen.

 

 

A left turn takes us down to the tiny stream that flows down the Wheal Lawrence valley, as it’s properly known. Here the climate is exceptionally warm and sheltered, so much so that many plants have escaped from gardens and gone native. Myrtle, Luma apiculata, sprouts from walls, eventually producing cinnamon coloured trunks. Ghostly Fuchsia ‘Hawkshead’ romps down the streamside producing pure white flowers from arching stems of apple green foliage. An enormous clump of gunnera comes into view in a sunny clearing, the remnant of a garden long since abandoned.

 

Neglected clumps of Gunnera manicata revel in a sunlit clearing

 

Whatever the weather, cool, clear springs emerge from the left-hand slope, often making the footpath boggy as they cross into the densely shaded stream. These springs have been used for thousands of years by local people. Flint scrapers dating to 5,000 BC have been found in the field behind the spring recorded in the short video below.

 

 

A little further on, the countryside starts to open out into a landscape of heath and wind sculpted bushes and trees. Heather and gorse have formed a thick, prickly blanket over abandoned heaps of mining spoil.

 

Blackthorn, goat willow and gorse dominate the valley’s old mine workings

 

The stream, now three feet wide, plunges deep under a cover of low trees, emerging further down the valley through thickets of bramble and water dropwort (Oenanthe crocata). In this icy-cold water my feet were washed clean of sand each time we came off the beach in summer, ready for the steep walk back to my grandparents’ house. In summer there are perky mounds of thrift (Armeria maritima) and orchids in abundance.

 

Looking down the valley, with my neice Martha and Boycie-dog in the lead

 

The valley in the late 19th century would have looked very different. Then it was a barren wasteland of rusty pools, mounds of mining spoil and ramshackle sheds presided over by the engine houses of Wheal Lawrence and Great Wheal Charlotte.

 

One hundred and fifty years ago this peaceful valley would have been a hive of industrial activity

 

The walk ends at Chapel Porth, the scene of countless family days out. Apart from a sympathetic extension of the beach cafΓ© and the corralling of the stream into a deep channel to prevent flooding, this tiny cove hasn’t changed in living memory. Beginning as a narrow, rocky gap between precipitous granite cliffs, the beach soon opens out into a magnificent expanse of golden sand, pounded by azure waves. In one direction one can pass directly beneath the stately engine house sitting over the Towanroath shaft, one of the most recognisable buildings in Cornwall. In the opposite direction, one can walk all the way along the beach to the village of Porthtowan provided the tide is out.

 

Orchids photographed in the valley in June 2015

 

I like to end my walk down the valley with a ‘hedgehog’ from Robin’s cafe. This heart-attack inducing delectation is made from clotted cream ice cream, lagged in more clotted cream and then coated in honey-roast hazelnuts. A more recent invention, the ‘foxie’ is the same only covered in crumbled flapjack. Scrumptious.

Replete, it’s time to turn around and head back from whence we came. This time I stopped as often as I could to gather a posy of wildflowers. They are pictured below, arranged on my sister’s lawn. The bunch includes little treasures such as creeping blue milkwort (Polygala vulgaris) and pink-flowered brooklime (the amusingly named Veronica beccabunga)

 

Hart’s tongue fern (Asplenium scolopendrium), Chapel Porth Valley

 

My favourite walk is neither long nor strenuous, but it is imbued with forty years of happy memories; trotting alongside my grandma when I was child and now sharing the same route with my sister, neice, Him Indoors and our friends. In another forty years, I hope I will still be walking there, enjoying the same scenes and recounting a lifetime of happy memories.

Happy Easter one and all. TFG.

 

Wild flowers of Chapel Porth valley

PLant List

From left to right:

  • Three-cornered leek, Allium triquetrum
  • Common scurvy grass, Cochlearia officinalis
  • Meadow buttercup, Ranunculus acris
  • Milkwort, Polygala vulgaris
  • Ribwort plantain, Plantago lanceolata
  • Horsetail, Equisetum
  • Herb Robert, Geranium robertianum
  • Broad buckler fern, Dryopteris dilatata
  • Pink brooklime, Veronica beccabunga
  • Blackthorn, Prunus spinosa
  • Yellow archangel, Lamiastrum galeobdolon subsp. argentatum
  • Lady fern, Athyrium filix-femina
  • Sea thrift, Armeria maritima
  • Bluebell, Hyacinthoides non-scripta
  • Dog violet, Viola riviniana
  • Celandine, Ficaria verna
  • Cow parsley, Anthriscus sylvestris
  • Red campion, Silene dioica

Walk Map

The walk starts just off this map to the right, going off road at L and finishing at H. Click here for other St Agnes walks

 

 

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22 thoughts on “My Favourite Walk: Chapel Porth Valley, St Agnes

  1. was delighted to read blogg on st agnes as was there yesterday!! sadly (and happily) back home in london today. love love love cornwall, especially this part. it has naturally what i would love all my clients gardens to look like.(humble gardener not a designer).lush selfsufficient exotic texture and colour..
    always enjoy your blogg.thanks for sharing

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  2. OMG! What a beautiful walk and picturesque landscape! Your sister, her family and you yourself are really lucky to be able to live ( or visit from time to time in your case) in that beautiful place. Thank God the industrial times are over and no tin mines are working any more…
    I am not surprised you would like to live in one of those beautiful cottages along the track somewhere in the valley πŸ™‚
    The β€˜hedgehog’ at the Robin’s cafe seems to be delicious, even if it can induce a real heart attack – it’s definitely worth risking it πŸ™‚
    I am sure and hopeful you will be walking there many times with Him Indoors, your sister and other people you want to take there with you in the following years. And when you are old and grey and your legs don’t “carry” you any more, your little niece Martha will take you there in a wheelchair, so that you would be able to enjoy the beautiful places, scenes and recount your happy memories once more …
    Dan, thank you for that post. Have a nice, peaceful and happy Easter.

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    1. Oh Paul! The image of me in a wheelchair being pushed down the valley by my niece reduced me to tears … of laughter and pain!! It would not be a comfortable journey, as the paths are so rough, and I cannot imagine Martha being a very attentive nurse. This is incentive enough to keep fit and healthy so I can manage on my own. If not, I would die happy with a hedgehog in my hand :-). Have a wonderful Easter weekend. Dan

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      1. The “wheelchair idea” was only hypothetical Dan πŸ™‚ . I believe you will be healthy and fit enough to walk that beautiful track on your own when you are 80+ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
        Once more Happy Easter to you and yours.

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  3. There’s nothing anywhere like a path down to the beach!!! Enjoyed this blog so much and equally Paul’s reply especially his last paragraph…………HAPPY Easter to everyone.

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  4. You transported me – thank you. Perfect antidote to depressing world news. Inspired me to get out and do some really hard work (for me) in the garden.

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    1. My pleasure Carol. In the end, there is nothing you can do about world news. Where you can have a positive impact is in your garden. And the rewards will be great. Have a very Happy Easter …. and don’t work too hard πŸ˜‰

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  5. Hello and another thanks for this post. Have holidayed twice in St Agnes and keep threatening to run away to live there forever! You are very fortunate – but I guess you know that! Enjoy your weekend.

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    1. St Agnes is a very special place. If I don’t get the opportunity to return there to live, I have told Him Indoors that I will be buried there, no question. I will be in good company, as most of my mother’s family are buried in the graveyard, including my beloved grandparents. In the meantime, I intend to spend many more happy days there in the land of the living!!

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  6. What a wonderful, happy Easter post. So nice to read something joyful instead of the horrendous, horrid stories that are being reported from other parts of the world. May Easter truly be a time of new beginnings and hope. Thx Dan for sharing your lovely walk. X

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  7. Cornwall is very good at cramming microclimates together to give such different flora just next to each other.

    I think the pink flower just above the Prunus is the inveterate weed and escape artist Claytonia sibirica.

    Enjoy Easter.

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  8. Dear Dan, that was a most wonderful blog, I could feel the sunshine, smell the gorse and relish the hedgehog. Mr TT and I enjoyed many enjoyable walks in the Yorkshire Dales where there are areas of outstanding natural beauty and remains of the industrial past, walks around Weardale and the Killhope Lead Mine Museum well worth a visit. Once the Easter break is over and the A30 a little quieter (we really do not mind the influx of visitors) I think we may borrow our neighbour’s black spaniel and head off to that NT carpark. You have inspired us! Happy Easter.

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  9. Ahhh! How I’d love to join you on your walk among the wild flowers. The English-in-a-previous-life me was right there with you, and similar memories but from differing places from my own life were referenced en route!

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