The air is thick with tropical humidity. I take a deep breath; it tastes of earth; green and warm. The Cub scampers ahead of us through the jungle, past great towering plants, her hair curling in the damp air. I can hear a waterfall nearby somewhere, but the lush foliage is too dense to see it.
Just off the south coast of the westernmost tip of Cornwall lies the tiny island of St Michael’s Mount. You’ve probably heard of its doppelgänger, Mont St. Michel in France, and it does have connections to the French island as both were owned by the same set of monks back in the 11th century. It was these monks who built the chapel on the top of the Mount which is still used today. The area has a long history; the nearby town of Marazion is the earliest recorded in Cornwall and the island itself has been squabbled over for centuries.
Imagine what it must be like to discover something lost to living memory.
Rather like Mary Lennox stumbling across her secret garden in Frances Hodgson Burnett’s classic, the Lost Gardens of Heligan were discovered accidentally having been forgotten some 80 years previously.
As a native of Devon, it pains me somewhat to have to admit that I do quite like Cornwall. Traditional Westcountry rivalry aside, we have visited Fowey for the last two years and I would happily go every year.