I have been neglecting ‘my’ hill for months having obsessed over it during my first year of living down here. Last year Godrevy lighthouse became the object of my obsession and so far this year I haven’t found anything to usurp the lighthouse.
Last week we had a brief interlude of a day without rain or showers and took advantage of that to take a stroll around the local lanes and in my case up to Trencrom hill. It must be four months since I was last up here, and boy did it feel good, despite the undignified way I had to get up it. I usually approach the hill from the side nearest my house. It is less steep and no clambering over boulders is required. However, from the side where the NT car park is situated, it is another thing altogether. For a start the track was ankle-deep with churned mud and water. Getting off the track meant stepping into sponge-like, boggy grass designed to swallow your feet whole.
Following this approach means you have to walk up a sloping, granite boulder, which on this day, was imitating a stream. After navigating that comes a step. A very deep step. One which no matter how hard I try I cannot simply step up onto it. My hips seem to have seized at some point so that lifting my leg high is now practically impossible. Still with a bit of hands down and using them to push off I managed that hurdle. Further on came another challenge with more granite rocks and displaced root runners designed to trip me up. Hands down again and grabbing hold of any foliage close by, I finally crawled my way to the top.
Phew! I shan’t be taking that route again.
It felt good to be on the top again. The 360° views over Cornwall towards Carn Brea to the north, Godolphin and Tregonning hills in front of me, Trink Hill, Wheal Alice and the farms behind, St Michael’s Mount and Mount Bay on my right side, and the wide stretch of Hayle’s sandy beaches looking very wintry on my left.
The ground was spongy, causing me to be aware of where I was treading so as not to sink as I wandered around the top, taking five minutes out to sit on a granite rock and admire the views.
The rocks glowed in the late afternoon sun and the wind held off whilst I was up there and I felt a huge sense of satisfaction in having made it to the top; once my heart rate had returned to normal.