Despite viewing inviting glimpses of the region through various televised programmes, until this summer, the only areas of Cornwall I had seen for myself were Penzance, Land’s End and Bude in the north. Though this trip was just as fleeting, limited time never stopped me from making the most and roaming around…
With just 48 hrs to spare, it was inevitable that I couldn’t exactly go cove-hopping the whole-way around the coast, but positioning ourselves on Cornwall’s West coast, meant I had no excuse for missing out on some of the most popular highlights on offer for the average tourist.
Having browed the streets of St Ives in the daylight, we savoured our takeaway breakfast on a rocky shore behind the harbour wall, before dismantling our tent back at the campsite and making tracks on up the coast towards the Minack Theatre and the inviting sandy ledge of Porthcurno beach; below the heightened cliffs that betrothed the spectacular amphitheatre, azure waves lapping against the rocky inlets buried deep within.
Unfortunately we didn’t have the chance to view a performance at the Minack Theatre this time round, but I certainly reckon it’s an experience to savour at least once; though by no means did that stop us enjoy a frolic round in the beating waves below. Making the most of our last afternoon on the striking Cornish coast, in time like all good things, it came round to an end, with the rain, quite timely, beginning to fall, as we scarpered from the dunes in our sodden sandals and prepared to say farewell, until next time…
Hitting the road for the last time on our extended weekend excursion, I took advantage of our onward route, making one final pitstop before darkness fell. For those that have seen Martin Clunes in the comedic televised drama Doc Martin, this sleepy looking fishing village is where bring this prime-time programming to life; yes, I took a wander through the idyllic streets of Port Issac.
Though only the local ale house remained open on the quay, I didn’t mind as we were only passing through and in truth the one advantage to our evening excursion meant that only few locals were milling around, no tourists to by-pass, offering a truthful glimpse into the ordinary life of this quaint but now somewhat iconic Cornish rest.
Catching sight of this lovely inlet before nightfall, during the twilight hours was rather enchanting and allowed for space to stretch our legs on a brisk walk to the Doc’s house, before really saying goodbye in light of the end of our summer staycation. It really is quite amazing how much you can see, do and enjoy in four short days, still with time to enjoy the simple pleasures in solitude during those slow moments in-between.