Our feet led us to Polgooth, once a Cornish mining village. To do so we followed a public footpath but found it was nearly blocked by corn - sweet corn - which was as high as an elephant's eye.
We fought our way through the corn, okay a slight exageration, and was soon walking down one of the country lanes.
We reached Polgooth village and some of the old cottages.
But not all of the village houses are old, look at the one below for example. I wonder what the old 18th century tin miners would have made of such a design.
We followed the churns!
The antiques shop was closed but some bits and pieces were in the window.
We noticed the teapot with the motto: Be like a sundial. Count only sunny hours.
We then followed the route to the Polgooth Inn. We've had a few pleasant meals here over the years. Polgooth, by the way, means Goose Pond in the Cornish language.
Some old agricultural machinary languishing on the grassy bank ...
... and cattle trotting up the green hill.
Pleasant to see poppies and other flowers still on the roadside banks.
The sign post could do with a clean but it details a few nearby places.
There are some interesting trees in the village.
Most of the roads haven't any pavements. So just as well there aren't too many cars about.
A typical road. It can be a bit sticky if two cars approach each other from different directions.
Look out, horses about!
A few horses enjoying the freedom of the green fields.
We are now approaching the main A390 road and the end of Polgooth. In the far distance are buildings used by the china clay industry.
Another corn field alongside the A390.
As we walked along the grass we spotted this lonely little toy dog. Perhaps lost by a child from the school on the opposite side of the road. I placed him somewhere he might be seen.
This is the old St. Mewan school, there are newer buildings behind.
Next to the Old School is, of course, the Old School House, but no longer used by the school.