Day 3--a Coastal Walk

On our third day, we decided to head out in a different direction and walk along the fjord. The walk started out in a cow field and then made a sharp turn--straight up. The rocks were even slipperier than the day before and there were small waterfalls all along the trail. We also walked through some wooded areas with tall pines and eventually the trail just ended.

The beginning of our walk. It wasn't raining!



Some scenic shots from a little higher up:



We ate lunch on a rock overlooking the fjord:


Jim, headed down to sit next to the fjord at the end of the trail...and promptly dropped both water bottles into the fjord. With directions from above, he made a valiant rescue and no whales or sea eagles suffered!




Some more scenic views:




After our hike, we wanted to check out the rowboat. You can get a general feel for my opinion of the rowboat by looking at this picture. My exact thoughts on the matter of the rowboat were, "We should go get the life jackets. I want to row, too. How do you do this? Why are these oars so long and skinny? This is HARD. Why are we being pulled out into the middle of the fjord??!!! I WANT TO GO BACK!!!" Suffice to say, our rowboat experience was brief and filled with panic. JIm was a pretty good rowboater, but I couldn't relax enough to enjoy it (worried we would get turned over by a whale or stray into the ferry lane or get swept out to sea.)



After the frightening rowboat experience, we took a walk through the village where we met some very aroused cows. There were two cows, in particular, who were getting the whole herd into a frenzy with their antics. She was a large heifer with a huge udder and she was butting all the other female cows out of the way and sniffing her conquest's butt. He was a young looking bull who kept trying to mount her head. Other, younger bulls were mounting whatever they could. There was definitely a sense of community. And then they all stopped and stared at us, so we moved on to give them their privacy. (Later we learned from our hostess that when cows are ready to mate, they let the bull mount whatever, without protest. Also a good way to see if a cow is ready is to stand in front of her and stick out your butt. If she sniffs it, she's ready.)


There is also a pretty church, in the town center:


And, of course, the requisite cats (or kittens in this case), who came out of their barn and followed us all the way back to our cabin and cried outside of the window until Jim had the brilliant idea that I load them up in our rental car and drive them back to their barn. If only we had a rental car in Cornwall! We could have taken Oreo back immediately and saved ourselves several sleepless nights!!