The only way is up!

We walked down the lane to Mullion Cove this morning then had a coffee at the small café which is in the lee of the cliff. There is a crossing point here for walkers on the SW Coastal path. Only the way marks are hard to spot. We know them well. I met a group of French people in the lane and asked if they were looking for the path.
I described the directions and we had a conversation: (All this in French which I enjoyed! Also they asked me if I was French!)
I explained how I love the language and spent a week each year from 2004- 2015, going to Nyons in Drôme, Provence, for an intensive immersive French session, staying with a couple in the chambre d’hôte attached to their house. . Not many English people around there, so it was good for having to just get on with having to use it in shops and restaurants, or generally.
My hosts taking myself and my friend Cecilia, who came with me, around various sites of interest and introducing us to others of their friends at the evening meal. So conversation round the table was also in French. I think it is such a good way to learn. Each morning we had a two hour “lesson” with homework which had to be done before the following morning.
Once we had finished our coffees, we had a look at the harbour wall, part of which had been damaged in a fierce storm since we were last here, in October 24.
The National Trust own the Cove but at the moment, having had a chat to a man who worked for them and was inspecting the place, there is no funding for the massive repairs. https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/cornwall/mullion-cove/our-work-at-mullion-cove
Off we then went to climb up the steep cliff path and steps to the top by the hotel. (Still using my crutch) And from there back along a field path to the Craft Centre and café.
I was so pleased that I made it! Another milestone for me.
As it was lunchtime by then we drove across to Lizard Village to the Coast Café and Bistro where we both had a lovely meal.
I had fresh fish in the form of cod fillet with mixed salad and a few chips, whilst Stephen had a prawn salad. Both were excellent.
In the extra photos is a photo of the grounds at the Housel Bay Hotel where we called in after lunch. We used to stay there once or twice in the past and got to know the owners very well. They are retired now but Iona has stayed on as housekeeper. Her husband, Alfred is enjoying his well earned rest!
A real trip down memory lane, on a beautiful day.
I don’t really want to start off for home tomorrow.
We will be staying in Taunton overnight en route.
At this point in time I’m ignoring the inevitable packing! And leaving the bungalow neat and tidy.
It’s going to be a lovely evening so a short walk may be taken after tea.