The clue's in the name. This wild, craggy headland is where Cornwall (and, by extension, the rest of Britain) comes to a screeching halt, and the black granite cliffs fall away into thundering white surf and sea-spray. The views are truly epic: the restless Atlantic seems to wrap itself around the horizon, shimmering and flashing in the late-afternoon light, and when the weather's clear you can often glimpse the faint outlines of the Isles of Scilly, 28 miles out to sea.
Famous as the last port of call for charity walkers on the 874-mile slog from John O’Groats in Scotland, Land's End is a special spot – which makes the decision to build a tacky theme park here in the 1980s all the more inexplicable. Still, once you bypass the tat, the coast path which runs south from Land’s End remains as wild and beautiful as any in Cornwall.