The best beach in the world?

The world’s media loves a list.

10 best restaurants.

100 great walks.

1000 things to see before you die.

You know the score.

And we also understand why – we can’t resist reading them.

One of my favourite lists is the 10 best beaches in the world – largely because our ultimate local beach usually features in the list.

Pednvounder, one of the best beaches in the world, and yes, the guy walking into the sea is naked, in February!

Pednvounder, or Treen as it’s often called, is truly superb.

Despite being well known because of such lists, and because it’s on so many post cards, calendars, and Cornish promotional materials, it remains quiet there for much of the year. And that’s because of the climb down to the beach.

Across to Logan Rock from the pill box lookout.

Just finding the path is hard enough – it’s signposted Treen Cliff. There are wonderful views over the beach towards the Logan Rock from the top of the path.

Having taken a few pictures you’ll start the descent thinking that it’s not too bad. The last three or four metres though are the challenge. It’s probably the closest most of us come to rock climbing and it’s not for the faint hearted!

Can anyone else see Shrek in this rock?

On particularly low tides you can walk around from Porthcurno, but stay awhile and you’ll still need to climb back up. Having said that climbing up is a lot easier than down.

However you get there you arrive on the most beautiful beach you’re likely to find anywhere. And you may well be greeted by someone who’s stark naked – clothing is optional on Pednvounder, and the naturists get there whenever the sun is shining.

Looking back towards Porthcurno and the Minack.

Yesterday was definitely the warmest day of the year so far and there were a couple of naked guys in the sea along with a woman swimmer too.

We didn’t make it to the beach yesterday, I think Polly would be a liability on the climb, but looking down I envied the swimmers. I have never made it in during February, but if I was to yesterday would have been the day for it.

Polly and Minty on the mountain.

Instead we clambered around the Logan Rock and walked over towards Porthcurno, checking out the point where the cables landed from Mumbai, via Suez, Malta and Brest, way back in 1880. Can you contemplate the scale of the engineering feat? I still find it hard to believe.

The curious formations around the Logan Rock.

You can learn lots more about the cable station (and Marconi’s wireless efforts) at the museum down in Porthcurno. Guess which company the two communications methods linked together to form?

After a good walk, climb and swim the appropriate reward can be sought at The Logan Rock Inn, just mind your head!

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