Cornish Adventures

For our week in Cornwall we stayed in Carbis Bay which is just outside St Ives, a 30 minute walk along a bit of the famous coastal path.

Carbis Bay beach looking back toward Hayle.

Carbis Bay beach looking back toward Hayle.

With this as a home base we were able to explore about and with two cars at our disposal it was not necessary to travel as a pack. This worked very well for us as it allowed Blake and Lauren to try to keep Ellie on track re mid day naps without requiring all of us to accept the same fate each day.
Thus Julie, Kim & I decided to drive down towards Zennor to walk a bit of the coastal path high above the ocean on this magnificent coast. But first, we had to get there. Cornwall is (in)famous for it’s narrow, winding roads.

You never know what traffic you will encounter around the next bend in the road!

You never know what traffic you will encounter around the next bend in the road!

The coastal path goes right around Cornwall. It was just as well that Ellie did not accompany us along this section given the uneven, rocky path featuring sheer drops to an often churning sea.  Not much churn today though as the sea seemed quite restful.

Near Zennor Head

Near Zennor Head

The colours of the scrub – heather, gorse, broom – were simply amazing in this wild setting.

These subtle colours adorned much of this section of the path.

These subtle colours adorned much of this section of the path.

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Alas time did not permit us to venture too far along, nor have more than a half at the Tinner’s Arms, before heading back to Carbis Bay. This is not much more than a week ago and for the life of me I cannot remember what it was we had to get back to. Oh yes, now I do. We were planning to meet Tamsin and Bob and their daughter Minnie at Beck’s for fish and chips. Beck’s is renowned far and wide for its fish n chips – the only thing is, it’s closed on Sundays! Sod it! Not to worry – Bob had a plan B, a lovely restaurant in an old country home not far away. However, first we had to go and retrieve our cars from the hotel as we had all walked to Becks. So once we were all loaded up, our three car cavalcade followed Bob rounding several roundabouts, only to find that while the country house still stood, it was no longer a restaurant. Oh, Sod it! Not to worry, though, we simply activated Plan C, a short trip into Hayle to a lovely looking restaurant where the smell of Sunday roast dinner as we eagerly exited our cars seemed to render the need for a menu redundant. Only problem was, we were a party of 12 hungry, salivating, reservationless people and despite Bob’s best cajoling, were turned away. F–k! Now rather grimly we launched plan D, trolling along the Main Street of Hayle looking for an empty looking place. Low and behold, an Italian restaurant was spotted. Having learned a lesson at the last place, we waited in the cars until Bob checked it out. Yes! They had room and could take us right away. I have been visiting Cornwall on and off for 35 years or so but this was a first: going Italian in the land of Pasty and Clotted Cream.

Not tonight, sweetie!

Not tonight, sweetie!

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