| The sea roars, whipped into a frenzy by the | | | | Hayle is part of a beautiful stretch of coastline |
| Atlantic winds racing across the bay. The waves | | | | running from St Ives to the west, through to |
| look good today, surfers will be out for sure. | | | | Godrevy Point in the east and its symbolic |
| Come rain or shine, these boys are dedicated. | | | | lighthouse. |
| You can taste the salty spray as it draws you | | | | Godrevy Lighthouse features predominantly in |
| towards the water. The familiar smell of seaweed | | | | paintings by John Miller who has captured the |
| was home. I knew I was back. | | | | stunning natural beauty on canvass in many of his |
| The Cornish town of Hayle sits in the far | | | | famous prints. |
| southwest corner of England, near the midpoint of | | | | Westwards leads to the estuary and inland to the |
| St Ives bay. It lies approximately 10 miles north | | | | working fishing port. The small dock escorts you |
| of Penzance and is part of the Heritage Coast of | | | | to the high street, a mixture of old and new. |
| Cornwall, owned by the National Trust. | | | | Shopping here is not great; Hayle's strength is its |
| The Trust has purchased large chunks of the | | | | coastline. |
| Cornish coastline, ensuring protection for its wildlife | | | | Approximately halfway along the high street are |
| and natural beauty. | | | | the best Cornish pasties money can buy. Upon |
| "Morning," greets an elderly man, his face | | | | the corner sits the old bakers' shop, striving to |
| weathered, exposed to the elements and sands | | | | meet demand for the local delicacy. |
| of time. His dog retrieves his master's stick from | | | | At least half a dozen work the ovens tirelessly to |
| the white surf. | | | | satisfy the endless queues. Seagulls perch atop |
| "Wind's up. Pity the small boats today," he | | | | the roof hoping for a taste of the action. |
| continues, his faithful companion by his side, stick | | | | Across the road, the Cornish Arms serves a |
| in mouth. | | | | great pint of ale with which to wash down your |
| The small fishing boats leave regularly, setting out | | | | meal. Relax and enjoy the unique Cornish |
| from Hayle harbour and sailing along the estuary | | | | ambience where strangers stop to say hello. Far |
| at high tide and into the big blue. They must | | | | from the mega metropolis cities, life in Hayle |
| return before low tide else the estuary runs dry. | | | | slows down to a crawl. |