St Agnes
St. Agnes - A place of contrasts that compliment - from wooded valleys and deep dark tin mines, to light airy seascapes that constantly change from a mirror of pewter, through a thousand shades of blue ,to brilliant aquamarine and crashing surf. An ancient, Celtic Landscape laced with small fields, moorland and dramatic cliffs and islands carved by the sea, with always the looming, yet friendly, bulk of the Beacon in the background. Old legends abound - the Giant Bolster, who rears his head every spring in search of the lovely maid St. Agnes. The intriguing legend of the Cuckoo, who villagers tried to prevent flying away by building a high stone wall (the Giants Hedge). Thus St. Agnes is known as "Cuckoo Land". Old tales of ghosts and Cornish Knockers...
Located on the North Cornwall coast, St Agnes is home to charming and different little coves and stretches of sand, interspersed with the ruins of mine engine houses standing sentinel on the valley sides and cliff tops, including the famous Wheal Coates owned by the National Trust. The village itself is a higgledy, piggledy mix of houses and alleyways, old pubs and shops, with the main street winding slowly downhill, past a row of cottages (known as "Stippy Stappy") and ending up at the intriguing Trevaunance Cove, where boats were once built, with its stunning scenery of rocks, shingle and sand, dark eerie caves and little boats, the ruined Harbour and fabulous rock pools.
The wandering paths along the cliff tops, with glimpses of weird rock shapes, Green Islands and Bawden Rocks, translucent pools, and the odd seal or dolphin, are a haven for nesting seabirds, peregrine falcons, guillemots, and always in the background, you are aware of the salt tang of the sea, sometimes a whisper of surf, sometimes the crashing roar of a gale. Flowers abound forming a mosaic of golden gorse or "Fuzz", various forms of purple heath and heather and in springtime brilliant drifts of blue sea squill, yellow rattle and carpets of pink thrift please the eye. In one direction you can walk to Chapel Porth (past Wheal Coates) a fabulous stretch of sand, renowned for surfing and known as the Badlands. In the other direction, rocky Trevellas Porth and the wonderfully named Blue Hills, where an interesting old Tin Stamp has been lovingly restored, on up the atmospheric and mysterious Jericho Valley to John Opies thatched cottage, one of Cornwalls most famous artists of years gone by.
The people can only be described as friendly and lively who inhabit St. Agnes. As well as several old families, they come from many different places, and every walk of life - all bound by their affection for this magnetic area. There are 50 odd organisations, from the Theatre Players to the Silver Band, the Rugby Club to the Quay Fisherman, with a Surf Club and the RNLI Lifeboat, and numerous others. There is always something going on - the Carnival, Fetes and Fairs, music and theatre, dog racing and fishing contests - infinito. The shops also reflect the area, with numerous and interesting galleries and design workshops as well as the usual grocers, butchers and fruit shops. There is a traditional small, old bakery still baking delicious bread, an interesting museum, and as a contrast, the Aggie Surfshop.



