Saint Michael's Mount 1135
I have been in love with castles since I was old enough to talk. I promised myself that one day I will travel to Europe just to see the castles...xx Luckily living in England now, the castles are literally found everywhere and so it is not that difficult to turn my dream into a reality. I can spend hours just wandering around a castle thinking what it could have been...
I took this photo last weekend when Irvin, Ollih and I went away for Easter break in Cornwall. You can reach this castle by foot, but you have to wait for the tide to go down.
"Cornish Legend holds that the Mount was built by the giant, 'Cormoran'. Cormoran, would wade ashore from the island, to snatch cows and sheep as they grazed in the local fields around Marazion. A local boy rowed out to the island whilst Cormoran slept. He worked through the night; digging a deep pit half way up the northern slope of the Mount. By morning, the pit was complete; Jack stood to one side of it and blew on his horn to wake the mighty Cormoran. The giant ran down the hillside, with the glare of the early morning sun dazzling his eyes. He failed to see either Jack or the pit and fell headlong into it. The grateful locals gave Jack the title 'Jack the Giant Killer.' As you walk up the main pathway from the harbour to the Castle, you pass the heavily shuttered well, where the giant fell."