So it's a suburb of Newquay, really, although the parish of St Columb might lay claim. Named from the patron saint of the SI unit of , not really, the village of St Columb Minor is the nearest inland neighbour and slightly further to the east, St Columb Major trumpets its town status.
Neither claim to be tourist hot-spots, catering for those who can still afford to live and work in Cornwall, probably, so the change isn't nearly so strange from .
Light jazz and O-Level Physics aside, today's duration is dictated by the daylight or at least what's left of it. With the clocks not long gone back, there's not too much time until twilight but more on that in a minute.
Here on the coast, the paid parking at the accommodates you and all of the other holidaymakers. It will when everything reopens next March, more like, so how they have the nerve to charge full fare today hasn't quite been figured.
Too cold in November to get out the crop tops, Porth's main attraction appears to be a top outcrop. A promontory, some jutting rocks, and, in about half an hour's time, they'll be getting a right good looking at.
The concept is semi-familiar but down here it looks to be the national sport. There are quite a few around these parts and this one is right at the start of your way out to the rocks.
It still sounds a bit strenuous, though, so how about Shot-Put-Ping-Pong? Anyone?
There's fun for fans of all ages on what's now known to be called Trevelgue Head with evidence of the Iron, Bronze and even Stone Age settlements unearthed.
There's a bit of a lug up to what's obviously a classic, Bronze Age barrow, , that involves crossing a wooden bridge, not shown, over what was likely once linked by land.
There's another summit over a natural gap that, it has to be said, was just about borderline for these wobblies even if there's a rewarding view up the coast nearly to Devon.
Early 20th-century visitors were looking down and not out, to sea, too busy looking for treasure during a series of extensive excavations. The archaeology had to be abandoned at the outbreak of World War II and the findings have only recently come to light and speaking of light...
If you live on the east coast of England and unless you hail from Hunstanton, watery sunsets just ain't happening. Here in the South West, there's nothing but water until Newfoundland, which means, come sundown, they are often, quite frankly, just showing off.
Relax thrillseekers, the fleshpots of Newquay aren't on fire, you'll have to wait until the youths invade in July for that. Today it's just the effect of this late afternoon light.
Meanwhile, back in Porth, it's clear why the holiday parks are here. The beach is at the head of a natural inlet and this protection provides family-friendly bathing with no surfers, dogs or surfing dogs, presumably, in summer although that clearly doesn't apply in November.
There's an even better view of the place on the way back from Trevelgue Head and, with the sunset providing the backlight, just for once, there was no need to dust down the PhotoShop™ diskette.