Yes, there really is a village called Mousehole, pronounced Mousle, situated near Newlyn and Penzance on Cornwall's rugged and beautiful southern shore. The village, which you can see in the picture below, is composed of cottages, some of which are more spacious than first impressions might suggest. We stayed in a cottage belonging to in-laws, which was situated on the street above the shore. Like much of the town it was constructed of granite quarried locally. We went to bed at night to the sound of rolling waves, and were awoken by sea birds a-calling; and the coast path was very near.
We began with a steep walk up roads to the west of the village, which soon straightened out and went at quite an easy gradient above the sea below. The route made for safe walking, as we were not walking along cliffs, but above rough, sloping ground that descended to the surf-pounded rocky shore about a hundred and fifty feet below. What was impressive was nature's silence, the state in which sound is an interruption to tranquility of the natural world, where only winds, waves and seabirds make their sonic impact.In natural silence like this there is no noise [noise defined as unwanted sound] for every natural sound has its place and you find yourself welcoming it, be it the sighing of the wind, the squawk of a gull, or the low sound of waves beaking on the shore below.
The plant life was coastal scrub, a profusion of bramble [blackberry] western gorse whose yellow flowers bless us with brightness, though we avoid their thorns. There were remnants of hedges from times when the agriculture was practised on those cliffs,. You can tell eighteenth century hedges, for they are composed of lines of hawthorn which have grown into tall,untended plants, but other species were lacking as they had died out in the neglected hedges. There was also a profusion of wild three-cornered garlic.Known for its stem which is triangular in section, it is classed as an invasive weed, especially in the South West, where conditions are favourable for it, but its white flowers are beautiiful and its stem and bulb are edible. Some people want it eradicated; some enjoy it ; and others eat it. I am on the side of the eaters and enjoyers.
In a wet Spring the path becomes challenging at places, for it could be muddy at places. Moreover, walkers have to scramble over large rocks and at places through a stream. As a robust sixty seven I was still capable of handlling this passage, but I think that people much older than I would have had difficulties.
You come to an area of woodland, called Kemyal Crease, where the path becomes wider and easier underfoot, going downhill, towards the headland Carn Du [Black Cairn] where the path turns north towards Lamorna, where it passes along rocky terrain quite narrow at one place, though safe as it descends to Lamorna Cove, finishing on an easy stretch that takes you into the village, which is the natural place to take a break.