From here we could see down the whole length of the pool. Swans swam on our left and the bay was to the right. And we couldn't have asked for better weather. The sun was out and the clouds reflected off the water. The pool had a more classic beauty than many of the others, but lacked the mysterious character of Dozmary Pool.
Local folklore is still alive and well in the area.
We ate lunch at a pub in Porthleven called the Atlantic Inn, which was run by a nice chap named Roger Baker. We began talking to him about the pool. He said that whenever he walks around the pool, he always notices one particular branch sticking out of the water that he likes to fancy is Excalibur being held up by the Lady of the Lake. To read Jake's Journal Entry for this day, click here . For Joe's Journal Entry, click here .