Our land of mists, myths, stone and sea
Many of our team are familiar with the isolation of Pendeen and St Just. When the sea mist rises up over the cliffs and enshrouds the villages with a thick blanketing bank of cloud, it can stay for days on end. Those days the wind might bring in sounds from the sea, such as the ancient howl of Wolf Rock or today’s clang of Runnel Stone.
As the Tin Coaster bus makes its way from St Just to Penzance, a few miles down the road in Newbridge, the fog lifts and the sky opens up. Here is where we are based and where we practise our craft.