Land’s End

About Land’s End

Land’s Start, here at Land’s End, isn’t a finish—it’s a launchpad. Victorians trekked to Britain’s westernmost cliff, chasing the thrill of an imagined end. Stand here now, Atlantic winds in your face, and it’s all beginnings. Sailors once eyed these waves for new worlds; today, you might dream of fresh paths. The signpost points to New York, John o’ Groats, but the horizon’s call is stronger—your next step starts here.

West Cornwall’s weave holds it close. Sennen’s surfers carve waves below, Pendeen’s miners share tales at The First and Last Inn, and St Just’s bakers craft pasties that warm cliff walks. Trails snake to Porthcurno’s sands or Geevor Mine’s echoes. Sip at Sennen’s Cove Cafe, where locals swap stories of storms and sunsets. Got a Land’s End dream? Share it on our contact page—your spark joins the tide.

Weather rules these cliffs—check our forecast below, as gales can bite. Paths are rugged, parking busy, so step early. Land’s End’s not a bleak edge; it’s Cornwall’s heart, whispering, “What’s next?”