Tourist season is over. You can tell by the frugality in the time tables. Due to my inability to memorise street names, I spin around St Ives centre before managing to find the right bus stop. I have left enough time between my shift at the B&B and catching the bus, yet I am rushing. Trying to balance my coffee cup in one hand. Running late, yet Somehow there is always time for coffee.
Although the calendar shows October since a few days back, someone insists on leaving the ventilation panes above the windows open. Perhaps it helps to keep the mist off the windows, but it also turns the sweat from earlier into shivers.
We leave St Ives behind, through winding streets where the house facades appear close enough to kiss the exterior of the bus. We drive through Penzance that seems to be built entirely on a slope. Am I glad not to be the driver on this route, I think to myself as we stop to let off passengers in the middle of a 45 degree angle. The bus sighs loudly, but calms down as woodlands replace the house fronts. This place must be incredibly beautiful in early spring; I can almost picture how the chlorophyll would sting the eyes in its intensity.
I get off the bus at Land’s End, but quickly re-embark as the line of queueing tourists have vanished inside it. I only really wanted to go because the name. Like a bucket list thing. Land’s End. I came, I saw… I got back on the wind sheltered bus.
The real purpose of this afternoon’s excursion, my very last Cornish adventure, is the Minack Theatre. An amphitheatre located right on a cliff hovering above the atlantic ocean. Here, the West End shows travel out to be performed all throughout the summer.
It all started with Rowena Cade. Having moved to Cornwall after the first world war, she bought the piece of land where the theatre stands today to build a house for herself and her mother. As a local theatre group were to perform The Tempest she offered her garden as a suitable spot, located right by the sea. Miss Cade and her gardener then set out to create seats and a terrace, hauling materials up and down the cliffs. And from there on it went, after 1932 when The Tempest premiered Miss Cade continued to build on the theatre so that each year others could perform there. It indeed a stunning sight.
… And hey, was the play turns out to be a snooze there is always that gorgeous blue to rest eyes upon.