Cornwall…That’s A Wrap
Wow, 40 days in Cornwall flew! There’s just something about this place, something comfortable, yet magical. I joke with Mark by saying that I must have lived here in previous lifetime. Could be…my ancestors are all from the British Isles, so you never know, right?
We never tire of the scenery, or the architecture, or the harrowing drives down some of the narrowest roads on the planet. It makes for adventure, I guess, and I’ve become quite consistent with my daily prayers – which seem to be happening while I’m sitting in the passenger seat with my eyes closed and my foot on my imaginary brake pedal!
Our wonderful homeowners arrived back a day or so early, and their first words to us were “you’re off the clock, so go and have some fun in Cornwall. Just use our place as your base, but go…explore.” So, we did just that. Off we headed to a little ancient town called Fowey (pronounced “Foy”, like “joy” with an “f”). It is a quaint little seaside town that dates back to the 1200’s as a settlement – a few hundred years earlier if you count the time before it was officially settled. Because of its harbour, it was a good import and trading centre for Cornwall. The famous author Daphne duMaurier made her home there…think “The Birds”, “Jamaica Inn”, “Rebecca”, “My Cousin Rachel”, and “The Scapegoat”. She spent much of her time in Cornwall, and many of her works were set here. We sat and sipped coffee at a bright and cheery little seaside café, explored the quaint little shops, and literally trudged our way back up the incredibly steep incline to our car. My legs were on fire by the time I finally sat back in the passenger seat.
We weren’t ready to go back home yet, so we decided to explore some more of the northern coast of Cornwall. Ten minutes from the house is this amazing little place called Trebarwith Strand…a tiny seaside village that has this amazing beach when the tide is out. High atop the cliffs we sat and had lunch at The Port William Restaurant, all the while enjoying fresh scampi, burgers (bun excluded), and a pint of Trelawney each. Delicious. Why did it take us until now to find this jewel??
The piece de resistance during this 2 day sightseeing-a-thon was our day of bike riding from Wadebridge to Padstow tandem…YES, I said tandem! It was a little bit different than your typical bicycling, in that balance is key, and more importantly, communication between the front driver and back driver needs to be constant. There were no heated moments, and the owner of the bike rental company actually took a photo of us when we returned for their Facebook page because as he said “no one ever returns from a tandem bike ride happy!”
For 30 pounds we had a full day rental, 11+ miles of bike riding, and some of the most fantastic sights imaginable (yet again!).
Padstow was a lovely seaside village just filled to the brim with shops, cafes, and Cornish bakeries aplenty (all lined up out the door with eager patrons awaiting their scones or Cornish pasties. It was low tide, so we did not see the ferry that takes passengers between the village of Rock and Padstow. But, we did see hundreds of boats sitting atop of the sand just waiting for the tide to come back in.
So, in our Cornwall wrap-up, we’re heading out for one final meal at the Masons Arms with our wonderful homeowners and friends, Geoff and Annie. We’ll say our good-byes to Jo, who once again took such wonderful care of us during our stay, always serving up a fantastic “proper” Sunday roast dinner.
We WILL return again. Camelford feels like home to us, and it’s going to take some time to withdraw from the magic that Cornwall always serves up.
Okay, that’s a wrap! Happy Trails,
Linda & Mark