St Michael’s Moat

Sometimes, being a mother is like being a detective you have to decipher lots of clues to work out what’s going on. So it was when Little Brother asked if we to go ‘to the place with the moat’. Given that we were actually in Cornwall at the time, once I’d put my ‘little grey cells’ to work and deduced that he meant ‘St Michaels’ Mount’, it was very easy to make a small boy very happy indeed.

St Michaels’ Mount is a small island just off the mainland at Marazion. It can be reached between mid-tide and low-tide by a walk along the granite causeway, and at high water by a short boat shuttle. Crowned by a castle and a chapel, it is redolent of legend and adventure.

In great excitement, we walked across at low tide, and spent the day exploring the harbour, gardens, and castle. The boys enjoyed hunting for The Giant's Heart – a heart-shaped stone set in the cobbles and said to be the heart of the giant slain by Jack the Giant Killer. The cannons and commanding views were also a hit, as were the ‘secret passageways’ in and around the castle complex.

Although we’d been keeping an eye on the incoming tide, the castle was so interesting that it was hard to tear ourselves away. There were lots of artefacts such as a Parachute Regiment beret worn by a member of the St Aubyn family on D-Day; a set of Samurai armor; and fascinating maps. The boys, however, were desperate to walk back across the causeway on a rising tide, and so, in haste, we made our way back down to the harbor.

Although the causeway was still clear when we set off, the water was rising quickly, and we had remove our wellies and go barefoot. And so, we were able to dip our toes – or more accurately, our knees – in ‘St Michael’s Moat’ which made a really satisfying end to a great day!

Written by Helen & Ian on Monday, 09 October 2017.

Posted in Beside the Seaside

Comments (2)

Jennie Abell 24 October 2017 at 19 42 | # What a wonderful place. My Finlay would however have been very anxious for the whole time incase we got cut off by the tide such are the minds of little ones.

Jennie Abell 24 October 2017 at 19 49 | # What a wonderful place. My Finlay would however have been very anxious for the whole time incase we got cut off by the tide such are the minds of little ones. 

 

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