And so begins my series of posts documenting what we got up to in our week-long stay in Cornwall recently. As you all know, we had a fantastic time staying at Coombe Mill but we also made sure we got out and about exploring as much as possible.
And on the plus side, we were really lucky with the weather (for a change!) There were a few rain showers during the mornings, but on the whole it was dry, bright and sunny. We couldn’t have asked for more especially considering it was October. The sunglasses even made a special appearance.
On our first day, we decided to take it easy – have a mooch about, take in the nearby area and head to
Padstein Padstow. When we actually revealed our plans to a friendly local shopkeeper that morning, she shook her head adamantly and said: ‘On a sunny day like this, are you mad? You’ll struggle to find a parking space… Why don’t you take the Rock ferry instead?’
I’d never heard of Rock, so thanking her for her suggestion, we jumped into the car, programmed the sat nav and headed there, and from the beach, daily ferries run to and from Padstow at 20 minute intervals.
Rock itself is an affluent coastal village, known as the ‘Kensington’ of Cornwall – with über trendy cafes, fancy restaurants and five-star hotels. The seafront was teeming with life and people enjoying the Sunday morning sunshine. It was a glorious day with just a little nip in the air. Monkey was super excited and even though we only had to wait 10 minutes at the shoreline, the rock skimming soon became tiresome and, he became impatient for the arrival of the ‘berry boat’. Once on board, it was smooth sailing across the bay to dock at Padstow and a very quick journey.
This wasn’t mine and hubby’s first time in Padstow. We had visited during a balmy evening to have dinner at one of Rick Stein’s seafood restaurants several years ago. It was an underwhelming experience, personally we thought it over priced – but we didn’t really get to explore the fishing port properly.
So this time, it was lovely just wandering, watching the fisherman coming into dock; watching families crabbing in the harbour; eating an obligatory pasty out of a paper bag, enjoying a pint of cider or two; letting Monkey run up and down the quayside – although we were both frightened that he’d fall off and into the water!
And the best thing – getting the biggest ice cream we could possibly find – which Monkey insisted had to have sprinkles on. After we had filled out bellies to the full, we decided to take a walk up high above the town. The Saint’s Way comprises of ancient trails used by traders dating back to the Bronze age – and the 27 mile route is well signed-with Celtic cross markers.
But we only wanted to stretch our legs, and walk off our food, so we didn’t really veer off the coastal path too much and ended up strolling to the war memorial and back again. The views of the coastline are wonderful and Monkey enjoyed looking out for the ‘berry’ boat. So much so he was desperate to get back on it – signalling the end of our first day in Cornwall. And what a promising start to our holiday it was, too. All that sea air made us exhausted!