As if out of a Enid Blyton story, the kids disappeared to find adventure among the giant, perfectly smooth egg shaped boulders which make up the idyllic Cot Valley. The stream gurgled among the stones and gentle waves lapped lazily on the sand.
Later we drove to nearby Botallack mine and explored the arsenic labyrinths and mine workings. Strange to think that when it was operational it was a filthy, noisy and dangerous industrial site. Now it is peaceful and packed with life. The occasional call of a raven or the sweet song of the skylark is all that can be heard over the distant sound of the waves hitting the cliffs far below.