Land’s End. Cornwall.
21st October 2007
This was the first time I had visited Land’s End and I was greatly saddened to see that this iconic section of our coast has been parceled up so it can be merchandised back to the people of Great Britain.
The road for miles toward this spot is restricted parking and although there is a public footpath along the coast it seems there is no way to access it without a considerable trek.
The only realistic option is to pay a considerable parking fee at the gatehouse on the access road if you ever want to see it.
Having paid your fee, you are then treated to an array of tacky souvenir shops and attractions that turn this beautiful location into a tawdry theme park, where people queue up to be photographed under a sign that says where they are.
It left me feeling cheated somehow and angry that our heritage is being sold by the pound. But then, of course, this is England; What do I expect?
To get to this shot, the next obstacle I faced was an array of fences that were reminiscent of a trench war. I confess that by this stage I was so angry I ignored all the signs telling me I must not step off the path. If anyone had challenged me at this point they would have received a sizable piece of my mind for their trouble.
At least I was happy with the picture.
